CHAPTER TENThe Book of the Lion
The little pink-nosed girl opened the door. This time she was all ready to leave, one arm in her shiny grey coat, a magenta beret crushed down on her head; she looked as if she meant to leap past him and away.
Gamadge, on the step, addressed her pleasantly: “Well, Miss Sally; why do you plunge out of the house every time I come into it?”
“I have to go.”
“Why not stay this time and see the fun? And where’s your gentleman friend?”
“I don’t know. I suppose he’s asleep.” She looked up at Gamadge, and vaguely from side to side. Then with a glance over her shoulder, she said again: “I have to go.”
“It’s just like sitting through a movie twice,” complained Gamadge. “Same action every time. And you fade out.”
She gave him a nervous look, ducked past him, and
