You'll have the worst of the pother.
Smash, bother, jabber!--"
Here Curdie stopped, either because he could not find a rhyme to
_jabber_, or because he remembered what he had forgotten when he
woke up
at the sound of Irene's labors, that his plan was to make the goblins
think he was getting weak. But he had uttered enough to let Irene
know
who he was.
"It's Curdie!" she cried joyfully.
"Hush, hush!" came Curdie's voice again from somewhere. "Speak
softly."
"Why, you were singing loud!" said Irene.
"Yes. But they know I am here, and they don't know you are. Who are
you?"
"I'm Irene," answered the princess. "I know who you are quite well.
You're Curdie."
Madhuri Noah
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