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"By the way, Ramona," said Mrs. Quimby, as Beatrice went off to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, "what did you say to the boys in the park?"

Ramona, who flopped back on the couch, sat up straight. "I told them they were not suposed to take the name of the Lord in vain," she said in her most proper Sunday School voice. "That's what my Sunday School teacher said."

-You deliberately assert that you loved that weird Gawd-help-us?

-I don't see why you should call her a weird Gawd-help-us, either. A very charming and beautiful girl. Odd in some of her views perhaps - one does not quite see eye to eye with her in the matter of stars and rabbits - but not a weird Gawd-help-us.

"Jeeves," I said, and I am free to admit that in my emotion I bleated like a lamb drawing itself to the attention of the parent sheep, "what the dickens is all this?".