Page 4 - Lulu and Bob in Verbo City

“Fine with me.” Bob turned around to the chair upon which he
had placed the sack of sesquipedalians. “Whoa! The bag’s open! Did
you open it, Lulu?”
“So quick to accuse!” She rejoined. “You insisted on carrying it all
the way from the wordshop. You put it down there. I never touched
it. Or do you believe that I possess the power of telekinesis?”
“Never mind all that,” cried Bob. “They’re gone! Every last one of
them escaped while our backs were turned. Sneaky little devils! Now
we’re in for it: Uncle Bunster will definitely not be pleased!”
“You’re right: no time for recriminations. He is a firm believer in
collective punishment. We’ve got to round them up and get them in
the linguarium before he returns.” Lulu looked around the bag, under
the table, even on her own clothing. “But I don’t see any of them: I
guess they can move pretty fast on all those legs—and maybe some
of them can get airborne by flapping their jointed letters. Now, where
could they be hiding?”

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