“Humpf,” said Carl.
“Hiss,” said Sam.
“They don’t sound like such a friendly bunch to
me!” said Henry.
“Oh yes they are, once you get to know them. We
have real friendly times at night. You ought to join the
crowd.”
“But it’s so dark I can’t
see
anything!” said Henry.
“We’ll fix that!” said Frank. “Marcia, come here a
minute, will you?”
Soon a ray of light came in the kitchen window.
“Marcia the Moonbeam, meet Henry the Pickle,”
said Frank the Floor.
“Glad to meet you,” murmured Marcia the
Moonbeam in a cool voice.
“Glad to meet you
too
,” said Henry.
“Can you see now?” asked Frank.
“Oh fine!” said Henry.
“That’s good,” Frank whispered in Henry’s ear. “I
could ask Leslie the Electric Light to do his bit, but
Marcia gets very
jealous
when
he
comes on!”
“I
heard
what you said!” murmured Marcia. “I
heard every
word
, and I think that’s a very mean thing
for you to say! But I’m not going to get mad. I’m not a
bit
mad! Not a bit! Everybody knows moonlight is much
merrier and nicer than electric light anytime!”
The electric light on the ceiling blinked twice, and a
voice said, “Sour grapes! Sour grapes!”
“Now Leslie and Marcia, stop all this fighting,” said
a new voice. “Just stop! Just stop! Just stop!” The new
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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