Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Hello Mary.
Mary, Age 9:
Don't speak to me, Henry Van Cleve. You're a bad boy and my mother says I shouldn't talk to bad boys.
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
I betcha you don't know what I've got in this box.
Mary, Age 9:
And I'm not interested, Henry Van Cleve.
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Then I won't tell ya it's a beetle.
Mary, Age 9:
A beetle!
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
D'ya like it?
Mary, Age 9:
Oh, who doesn't like beetles!
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
It's yours.
Mary, Age 9:
Thank you! Oh, thank you, Henry. I wonder if I should take it?
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Well, if you don't want it.
Mary, Age 9:
Oh, I don't mean it that way, I was just wondering...
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Don't worry, I've got another one.
Mary, Age 9:
Another beetle?
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
Uh-huh.
Mary, Age 9:
Oh, it's beautiful. It looks rather lonely, though. You know what I think, I think it wants to be together with mine.
Henry Van Cleve, Age 9:
You mean you want this one, too?
Mary, Age 9:
Henry Van Cleve, do you think I'm the kind of girl who would take a boy's last beetle?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:35