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Vol.7, Extra 1, P.1

Evening flushed over Irma’s orphanage. Crickets chirped, wondering what the intrusive chatter cheeping from the windows was all about. As it happened, a visitor was come today. Nay, it was neither Rolf nor Lise, who were the happy usual, but rather a fresh face to the denizens inside.

“Aha! I believe we call that a ‘town square’.”

“That’s it, that’s it! Town square! Big and wwwide! For hide-and-seek!”

Seated in a half-circle afore the fireplace were the little orphans in all their effervescence, each giving eager ear to the evening’s guest: Torry. And just the same was he heeding the little ones in turn, the object of his visit being their opinions and suggestions as to what places they would like to see in Hensen someday.

Indeed, apart from his principal office of running the