Book3:WereMyDreamIs

lookedatMr.KaffeeandBig-Oandsaid,

    “What!Youtwoareleaving,too?”

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    “Ohyes,”repliedMr.Kaffee.“Big-Ohastogobadsayhiseveningprayers.Iamusedtopeadquiet,soIwouldbeleavingwithhim.Thelittletemplebythekesuitsmefine.”Charina’seyeslookedinquiringlyatDwarfMickey,whojumpeddownfromthesofa.

    “Don’tworryaboutme”hesaid.“Ihavemyowogoto.”EveryohathewasthegodofwealththatDimitrihadputonhisaltarinhisKingdomofDreams,soanytempleiousinstitutionsuitedhimfine.Infacthebroughtprosperitytowhereverhechosetostop.Hisferventbelieverswouldeindrovestoprayaemplewouldbecrowdedwithpilgrimswhhtalongdlesandinseandmadegenerousdonations.Whodoesn’tlovemoney?Whodoesn’twantthegodofwealthtoshowerri?SoDwarfMickeywasohemo