![]() Grandmother: Up there, there will be ample room. Leads up to the attic.Ĭathy: You want us to play in an attic? Grandmother: No running around or yelling or crying.Ĭhristopher: They're good kids, but they need somewhere to play and make noise. First of all, you'll keep this room neat and tidy. Grandmother: I've written out a list of other rules. Don't waste one bite of it, you understand? And if you're very good, I may bring you some fruit.Ĭhristopher: Thank you. There'll be eggs for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and chicken for dinner. Grandmother: I can't be running up and down the stairs! The servants might get suspicious. That food has to last you the entire day. ![]() Grandmother: Uh, uh, uh! Get your hands off that. Cory: Where's the sun? It's still night?Ĭathy: Cory, don't! ![]()
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