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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 C:\Users\MNoah\Documents\The Princess and the Goblin1.docx Page 199 of 634