Abby matched through the hall window and scowled at the threatening firmament "Please come home before the storm breaks.

Abby matched through the hall window and scowled at the threatening firmament "Please come home before the storm breaks," she whispered as she flipped upon the porch light.

"Why? Are you afraid of a little thunder?"

Abby leaped She didn't know that Eliot had followed her into the hall. He gave a mischievous grin, daring his twelve-year-old baby-sitter to chide him.

"No, I'm not afraid," Abby said, ignoring the dare.

"Oh ye you are--you're a scaredy-cat." Eliot ran into the living play chanting, "Scaredy-cat, scaredy-cat, Abby

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