ews do.’

    S it mixed up, ss Cat. Catol for a baby soon as its born. Some day to start a war and kill everybody else.’

    Nuns give me a funny feeling, Spareribs said. It scares me .’

    S doeps and laid  into t side room. Sc side room. Mister Singer ries and plans and music  about  niger ty o imes, or  of to o go into ten to it many times and try to join it into ts of te place. Sill feel like she was locked up by herself.

    Spareribs stuck y o aring off at space. She slapped him.

    is a nun? Bubber asked.

    A Cat comes up over her head.’

    Sired of o t pictures in tional Geographic.

    Pographe wild jungles in Africa.

    You kids see t Ralp get out in treet, she said.

    Bubber rested tory back h you.’

    It  kid o read.  o read stories by o read to him.

    kind you  time?’

    Pick out some stories o eat in t one a  t in t and coming to t of all different kinds of candy and tcory o eat in it.’

    Ill look for one, said Mick.

    But Im getting kinda tired of candy, Bubber said. See if you cant bring me a story . But if you cant find none of tory.’

    So leave ared.

    tared too. tood still and looked at Baby ilson coming doeps of reet.

    Aint Baby cute! said Bubber softly.

    Maybe it , sunny day after all t er cloto ternoon like ture s years soiree costume—tle pink-gauze skirt t stuck out s and stiff, a pink body , pink dancing stle pinkpocketbook. ite and gold—and so small and clean t it almos