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Lamont—flinging himself on the floor, right there on the rag rug.

Lamont writhed on the rag rug with far less tail to lash.

Now Josie’s father could see: Inside the drawer, beneath and behind the false back, was a cozy little room with a tiny bed and a braided rag rug.

Then came curtains, a rag rug, Mrs. Soldano’s white slips, sheets, and a small, worn stuffed bear that I knew was my best pal’s.

Much too large for me to wear, I’d thought to use the shirts for a quilt and pants for a rag rug but was now very glad I hadn’t.