edawayagain.‘Chucksomewateronit,sir!’squeakedDerek.‘Youcan’tdothat,’saidMrSuch.‘Waterwillmakeitworse.Ineedaclothorsomethingtosmothertheflames.’ThenhesawthesuitdanglingongitshangerfromJaney’sfinger.‘Ithinkthere’hingforit,MrSuch,’saidjaney,andMrSuchgrabbedthesuit.Ofcoursethesuitwasruined.Itturnedintoamangledmessofsmokeandgrease.JaneytriedtotellMrSuchaboutthegreenstainsandhowtheytriedtocleanthemoff.ButMrSuchdidn’treallylisten.‘Nevermind,’hekeptsaying.‘Nevermindaboutthat.’MrSuchwastheheroofthehoursohewasratherpleasedwithhimself.Theheadpromisedhimanotherbrandnewsuitandhewaspleasedwihthat,too.‘Jollygood,’saidMrSuch,‘Icangetanice,brightwhiteone.’‘Oh,don’tdothat,’saidJaneyquickly.‘Whyevernot?’‘Well,wethinkgreenwouldsuityoubetter,don’twe,Derek?’‘Muchbetter,’Dereknodded.‘Wethinkgreen’salovelycolour.
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