“Caleb read and read the letter so many times that the ink began to run and the folds tore. He read the book about sea birds over and over.
‘Do you think she’ll come?’ asked Caleb. ‘And will she stay? What if she thinks we are loud and pesky?’ ”
“I live down at the end of the hall. Sometimes I take two sticks and skidder them along the walls
And when I run down the hall I slomp my feet agains the woodwork which is very good for scuffing and noise
Sometimes I slomp my skates if I want to make a really loud and terrible racket.”