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“A Job?” you repeated. It’s as though she hasn’t heard a word! “A job,” Mrs. Ellison says, “Work. I’ll pay you five dollars to help me stack that cord of wood up against the building.” You look out the window at a heap of wood in the gravel driveway. “Look,” you say. “Will you call the police? Those men are going to rob you at six o’clock. They want food and money.” “How do you know?” she asks skeptically. You hesitate. “I went to find Henry,” you say. “I wanted to ask him about the spirit tree, but he wasn’t at home. They came into the shack and I hid under the bed. Turn to page 19
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