Capitolo 91
thing I will have to write--the whole rest of my life."
"But--Barton " stammered. "You want for mercy to marry himself/herself/themselves,
him?" he rather brusquely asked.
"Oh, no", small Eve spoken to goslow mode Edgarton.
Eagerly Barton threw away his/her mean-smoked cigarette and illuminated a
fresh. "Then because?" he required.
"Oh, it is anything that Father has invented", you/he/she said Edgarton the small Eve.
Together Barton emphatically pushed again his/her chair. "Well, I call
it a shame!" he said. "For a beautiful the small girl lives likes The being
packaged away likes so a lot of baggage--to marry himself/herself/themselves some great grey-bearded
roll that has didn't find an idea in its head except--except--"
squintingly he fixed down the shed sheets on the
floor--"except--'Amphichelydia, " he affirmed with some feeling.
"Yes--it is not?" sighed the small Eve Edgarton.
"For the cause of Sky!" Said Barton. "Where is it Nunko-ninth?"
"Nunko-ninth?" small whispered Eve Edgarton. "Where is it? Because, it is
an island! In an ocean, you know! Rather a heat--isolates green! In
rather a heat--blue-green ocean! Many green palms, you know, and
you classify, makes rough, green grass--and green bugs--and green butterflies--and
green snakes. And a great crawling, crushing collar of white sand and
hermit-crab all around him. And then only a long line, not rout of
whence turquoise-colored. And then so that turquoise-more colored. And
then so that turquoise-more colored. And then turquoise-more colored
whence. And then--and then--"
"And then that that?" Worried Barton.
With a vaguely it surprised you lift some eyebrows the small Eve that Edgarton has met
question and interrogator perfectly to straight angle. "Because--then--more
whence turquoise-colored, clearly" small sung psalms Eve Edgarton.
"It seems rotten to me", confided Barton.
"It is", it said Edgarton the small Eve. "And, oh, I forgot to tell him:
John Ellbertson is--kind of green, also. Geologists are proper to be,