What might stop whispering?"
"Our house. I hate our house for whispering."
"What does it whisper?"
"Why - why" - the boy fidgeted - "why, I don't know. But it's always short of money, you know, uncle."
"I know it, son, I know it."
"You know people send mother writs, don't you, uncle?"
"I'm afraid I do," said the uncle.
"And then the house whispers, like people laughing at you behind your back. It's awful, that is! I thought if I was lucky -"
"You might stop it," added the uncle.
What might stop whispering?" "Our house. I hate our house for whispering." "What does it whisper?" "Why - why" - the boy fidgeted - "why, I don't know. But it's always short of money, you know, uncle." "I know it, son, I know it." "You know people send mother writs, don't you, uncle?" "I'm afraid I do," said the uncle. "And then the house whispers, like people laughing at you behind your back. It's awful, that is! I thought if I was lucky -" "You might stop it," added the uncle.
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