Book3:WereMyDreamIs

wasacurvingcoveandMr.Fingermadeforthebankoftheke.VioquicklyjumpedoutoftheboatfollowedbyMr.Finger.Sheseemedveryfamiliarwiththeterrainandsoonfoundanarrowflightofsteps.Shewalkedquicklyup,madeafewturnsandcametoacave.Thecavewasnotpitchdarkaswasnormallythecase,butwaslightedupbythelusteroftwelveenormouspearls,asbigasgooseeggs,embeddedinitswalls.Ihespaciouscavewereafewdozensturdyandmagnifitlycarvedwoodes.Viotedthemandsmiledbecausethenumbercidedwithwhatsherememberedfromherpreviousination.Sheopenedsomeofthechestsandsawthattheywerefullofallkindsofbrilliant,glitteringgems.Shegrabbedahandfulfromeatilshehadfilleduptheclothbagshehadbroughtwithher.ShethenclosedthechestsandhappilyledMr.Fingerfromthecavewithalightstep.

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