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to buy the nameless tin and wicker doohickeys that the Natives clean out of Aunt

Hattie's attic, taunt Hattie could never tell what the hell that bug-ugly obiet

al'awful was either.) And of course if you've got any piece of house-trash, no

matter how old, no matter how dilapidated, all you have to do is stencil a pig

or a sunflower or a black-and-white cow on it and it's outahere, courtesy of the

Summer People.



On the other hand, serve them a slice of pie that's packing a concealed shiv and

they'll bring the Board of Health down on your head faster than you can sell
them a busted butter churn.



"I see what you mean," I said. "But the season's over, the Summer People are all

gone, and -- "



"Skiers," Muriel reminded me. "Snowmobilers."



"Oh." I'd forgotten that, like weasels, when winter came the Summer People

changed their coats and returned to our little town in swarms.



"It really would be a kindness to tell her." Muriel patted my hand in a motherly

way. "Won't you please?" "Ummmm. Why don't you?"



"Oh, I couldn't!" She laid her hands to her bosom. "She'd just simply fold up

and die if I did. She doesn't take criticism too well, poor child." Only Muriel

would refer to a spinster pushing fifty-five as poor child, bless her. "She'd