“Oh, Mandy,” sighed Virginia Boote. “When you’ve tasted one beetle, you’ve tasted them all. And we all tasted several hundred species. At least the dung bee- tles
“OVER THE GREAT DOOR OF AN OLD, old church which stood in a quiet town of a far-away land there was carved in stone the figure
“He had barely done it when he heard Faulks give a small cry of despair. He turned to see the old fellow wringing his hands in
What if your mother came home and found out what you’d done?
“I rode next to him on my book, and we crossed the chasm safely. The books floated away and I waved them good-bye.”