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 “All right, then. A séance is so goofy that I didn’t know but I’d have to tell you about it like bees and other things you need educating up on. But getting back to Molly—there’s something about her that’s got a pull. Every one of the boys just took to her like you take to buckwheat cakes and maple syrup or waffles that you get from the waffle man on the beach, or anything like that that you want all you can hold of when you think about it and want to go back in a few days for more. Molly’s like that. Something that you want awful bad when you see her and every few days you want her just as bad.”

“Tell me about Molly. She sounds interesting,” said Jamie.

By this time they had reached the gate. Jamie opened it and the Scout Master led the way to the seat under the jacqueranda.

“Well, telling about Molly is a pretty long story. Molly had hard luck. She didn’t have any mother to begin with and then she lost her father. Then there was a good while that she had the Devil’s own time with Don. He just seemed bound and determined to do everything in the world except the thing she wanted him to. She thought she was never goin’ to make anything out of him. She thought just dead sure he’d go some way that wouldn’t get him anywhere and I don’t know whether she ever would have got him pulled through or net, if it hadn’t always been Lolly in the background. There never was a time since I’ve known ’em that he didn’t think she was just