stumps of a washed-out bridge and covered the road from shoulder to shoulder. Samuel stood there, but to Harold he looked like only a stump, until he turned and came across the grass.
âAlmost drove right off the road,â he said. âThe rain the way it was, mud all over the headlights, I couldnât see a thing. Not a thing.â He was rubbing his hairy fists together. âI just hope old Bob saw it. What if he rode himself straight into the river?â
âThe horse wouldnât let him,â said Harold.
âMaybe not. Maybe not.â Samuelâs claws clicked as he wrung his hands. âNo, I suppose youâre right. Of course thatâs true.â
The river went by in a dark, silent rush. Harold watched it oozing through the grass, and he thought what a sad, tiny thing the Rattlesnake was. And suddenly he felt very far from home, and remembered his dog and his mother.
Samuel was watching him, staring down from his great height. âWhatâs wrong with your eyes?â he asked.
âNothing,â said Harold.
âTheyâre kind of moving. Theyâre jumping like Mexican beans.â
Harold blushed. He felt in his pockets for his glasses.
âDo things look wobbly?â asked Samuel, bending closer. âIs everything you see sort of moving?â
âNo,â said Harold.
Samuel straightened. âCan you see what I look like?â
He was the ugliest thing that Harold had ever seen. Below the big, thick brows his face was squashed and flat. The hair that grew from it hung in tufts, thickened by dirt and rain.
âCan you?â asked Samuel again.
âNot really,â lied Harold.
âYouâre lucky.â The little eyes seemed sad. âYou wouldnât believe how lucky you are.â
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T HE CLOUDS BROKE UP and the sun came out, but the river didnât fall; it rose higher. Samuel drove a stick into the ground at its edge, and they sat on a bit of canvasâthe midget, the monster and Harold the Ghostâwatching the water creep up the stick. It spread through the grass toward them.
A milking stool went past, and then a chicken coop turning circles, with a rooster crowing at its top.
âIf a rocking chair goes by,â said Samuel, âIâm going to fetch it. I always wanted a rocking chair.â
âAnd a chest of drawers,â said Princess Minikin. âWith a big old mirror that tilts and turns. Thatâs what Iâd like.â Then she looked at Harold. âWhat about you?â
Harold leaned back on his arms. He thought of all the things he wanted, and imagined it would take a raft to hold them all. He tried to picture it coming slowly down the river, stacked with fishing poles and Daisy rifles, towing kites with long tails of red ribbons. He saw a television set and an army of toy soldiers. He saw a huge heap of boxes. And then, balanced on top of it all, his brother, David, was sitting in his uniform, waving as he came, and there at the front was Honey. He even heard her bark.
Suddenly he was crying. He wasnât making a sound, but tears were trickling out from his glasses. The raft disappeared and he saw Honey instead, lying on the floor where heâd left her.
âSay, Iâm sorry,â said Tina. âGosh, I didnât want to make you feel bad.â
âI guess he misses his home,â said Samuel.
âOf course he does, you lug.â
Samuel shifted to his knees. âJolly jam!â he said. âLetâs give him a jolly jam.â
They closed around him, Tina standing up to throw her arms around his neck, Samuel folding down to take him in those enormous, hairy fists. They crushed him from either side; they rocked him back and forth.
They squeezed the sadness from the Ghost. They squeezed it up so it filled him at firstâmore than it ever hadâthen poured from him like the sour juice of a lemon. In its place came a