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WHAT THEY TALKED ABOUT got. But it's these girls I can't make out. If they've anything really sensible to talk about, how is it nobody knows what it is? And if they haven't—and we know they can't have, naturally—why don't they shut up their jaw? This old rabbit here—he doesn't want to talk. He's got something better to do.' And Edward aimed a ginger-beer cork at the unruffled beast, who never budged.

'O but rabbits do talk,' interposed Harold.

'I've watched them often in their hutch. They put their heads together and their noses go up and down, just like Selina's and the Vicarage girls'. Only of course I can't hear what they're saying.'

'Well, if they do,' said Edward unwillingly,

'I'll bet they don't talk such rot as those girls do! ' Which was ungenerous, as well as unfair; for it had not yet transpired—nor has it to this day—what Selina and her friends talked about.

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