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 to the amulet with such frantically repeated appeals, that Mammy was forced to yield.

"Dar, dar, honey!" she said soothingly; "Mammy woan' tech it. Dess you lay a-still, so's I kin wash you nice."

Fen listened and waited in vain for a song from the river, and went to sleep at last with his face to the star that Siddereticus had appointed as his night-light, and with his hand over the amulet that was to protect him from loneliness.