Chapter Seventeen
Them gates! Whisked Phineas off, an’ me right behind him — but it weren’t Summer’s Hollow I got into! Don’t rightly know where it was. Some other path o’ the Hollows, most like, but long abandoned. Empty patch o’ forest. I wandered around in there fer some time before I realised Phineas weren’t wi’ me, and then my wisps got me out. But Phineas! It were a while before I learned what had become o’ him.
Tyllanthine, now. I did a hear word o’ her. Dancin’ about in the city, she was, always askin’ and askin’ — but not fer Wodebean, this time. Fer a gown made o’ gold tissue, or some such. Fer shoe-buckles an’ a hair-comb all covered in jewels, an’ above all fer a doll. Shabby thing, this doll, or so she said, wi’ all its fur long since gone, an’ in the shape of a cat.
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