Keith-WessingtonIpulledup，looked，rubbedmyeyes，and，I
believemusthavesaidsomethingThenextthingIknewwasthatIwaslyingfacedownwardontheroadwithKittykneelingabovemeintears。
“Hasitgone，childI“IgaspedKittyonlyweptmorebitterly。
“Haswhatgone，Jackdear？whatdoesitallmean？Theremustbeamistakesomewhere，JackAhideousmistake。”Herlastwordsbroughtmetomyfeet-mad-ravingforthetimebeing。
“Yes，thereisamistakesomewhere。”Irepeated，“ahideousmistakeComeandlookatIt。”