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Dennys sliced more ham. >-

Sandy put a large dill pickle in'his mouth. "Let's finish
making the sandwiches first."

"Food first. Fine."

With sandwiches an inch or more thick in their hands,
and full mouths, they went back out to the pantry and
turned into the lab. In the early years of the century, when
ihe house had been part of a working dairy farm, the lab
had been used to keep milk, butter, eggs, and there was
still a large churn in one corner, which now served to
hold a lamp. The work counter with the stone sink func-
tioned as well for holding lab equipment as it had for milk
and eggs. There was now a formidable-looking microscope,

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some strange equipment only their mother understood,
and an old-fashioned Bunsen burner, over which, on a
homemade tripod, a black kettle was simmering.

Sandy sniffed appreciatively. "Stew."

"I think we're supposed to call it boeuf bourguignon."
Dennys reached up to the shelf over [he sink and pulled
down a square red tin. "Here's the cocoa. Mother and Dad
like it at bedtime."

"When's Dad coming home?" Dennys wanted to know.

"Tomorrow night, I think Mother said."

Sandy, his mouth full, held his hands out to the wood
stove. "If we had our driver's licenses, we could go to the
airport to meet him."

"We're good drivers already," Dennys agreed.

Sandy stuffed another large bite of sandwich into his
mouth, and left the warmth of the stove to wander to the
far corner of the lab. where there was a not-quite-ordinary-
looking computer. "How long has Dad had this gizmo
here?"

"He put it in last week. Mother wasn't particularly
pleased."

"Well. it 15 supposed to be her lab," Sandy said. '