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Harry wasn't sure how to answer this. "I...I guess I've got chores and stuff."
"Harry, do you have friends in the neighborhood," Strowbridge continued.
Harry once again shrugged. "I guess. Mr. and Mrs. Downey are nice. And I like to listen to the
stories Mr. and Mrs. Nichol tell. They're nice."
"I mean friends your own age, Harry," Strowbridge said softly.
"Not really," Harry said equally softly. "All my friends are from school and they all live all over the
place. None of them live near here."
"It must be pretty lonely, with no one of your own age to talk to all summer long. Why don't you
come out to play or just hang around with the other kids in the area?" Strowbridge prodded.
Harry shifted in his seat, wondering how soon he could politely leave. "Well, I've got all these
people I promised to do work for and I when I'm not doing that, I've got chores at home and stuff,
and I have to study for the next term. Plus, I write my friends from school all the time," he said,
mentally kicking himself for not writing Ron and Hermione yet.
"Harry, what do you do for fun?" Strowbridge asked.
Harry was at a loss. "Well I like sports at school, and there's all sorts of things to do there, and we
can go into town one weekend a month, and we love practical jokes, especially with my best friend
Ron's twin brothers who are real jokesters, and..."
"No, Harry. I mean here in Little Whinging."
Harry pondered. "Well, I like to meet new people, like the people I mow lawns for and stuff...and I
got to see a real good movie on the tele last night," he said desperately.
"Harry," Strowbridge said intently. "Do you get into mischief much?"
Harry turned to Strowbridge, wide-eyed. "Oh, no, sir," he said vehemently.
Strowbridge suddenly laughed. "Sure you do. All boys your age like to get into a little mischief now
and then. I daresay I did when I was your age. What are you, fourteen, fifteen?"
"I'll be fifteen on July 31," Harry said.
"So surely you get into trouble now and again. Things that your aunt and uncle wouldn't approve
of."
Harry thought quickly how to answer this question. "Well, I overcooked the bacon for breakfast
yesterday. They didn't like that."
Strowbridge and Ashwell gave Harry a quizzical look. "So you cook breakfast for the family? Is
that one of your chores?"
"I guess," Harry said.
"What are your other chores?" Strowbridge asked.
"I don't know. All sorts of things. Mow the lawn, weed the garden, do the wash and wash the
dishes, scrub the floors, all sorts of stuff," he said with a frown. "My uncle wants me to paint the
house this summer."
Ashwell was beginning to get an angry look, but Strowbridge checked him with a glance. "What
happens when you don't do your chores?"
Harry looked puzzled. "I do my chores," he said firmly.
"Well, what happens when you do them poorly, or do them wrong?" Strowbridge asked.
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