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I could go on for hours about this starting out of Nancy and Frank, but many civic affairs await us; for Julius Gadsby, who has not got into this story up to now, had, from his constant poring through all kinds of books of information, built up a thorough insight into fossils; and you know that Kathlyn is way up in Biology; which brings in our awkward “bugs” again. Now bugs will burrow in soil, and always did, from History’s birth; building catacombs which at last vanish through a piling up of rocks, sand or soil on that spot. Now Julius continually ran across accounts of important “finds” of such fossils, and with Kathlyn’s aid was soon inaugurating popular clamor for a big Hall of Natural History.
This, Julius and Kathlyn thought, would turn out as popular, in a way, as living animals out at our Zoo. But an appropriation for a Hall of Natural History is a hard thing to jam through a City Council; for though its occupants call for no food, you can’t maintain such a building without human custody; “which,” said Old Bill Simpkins, “is but a tricky way of saying CASH!!” But our Council was by now so familiar
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