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           "What?"askedBobbie,hermouthalreadyfull,forshewasjustashungryasPhyllis.

           "Don’tyousee,"repliedPeter,impressively,"thatred-jerseyedhoundhashadanaccident—that’swhatitis.Perhapsevenaswespeakhe’slyingwithhisheadonthemetals,anunresistingpreytoanypassingexpress—"

           "Oh,don’ttrytotalklikeabook,"criedBobbie,boltingwhatwasleftofhersandwich;"comeon.Phil,keepclosebehindme,andifatraincomes,standflatagainstthetunnelwallandholdyourpetticoatsclosetoyou."

           "Givemeonemoresandwich,"pleadedPhyllis,"andIwill."

           "I’mgoingfirst,"saidPeter;"itwasmyidea,"andhewent.

           Ofcourseyouknowwhatgoingintoatunnelislike?Theenginegivesascreamandthensuddenlythenoiseoftherunning,rattlingtrainchangesandgrowsdifferentandmuchlouder.Grown-uppeoplepullupthewindowsandholdthembythestrap.Therailwaycarriagesuddenlygrowslikenight—withlamps,ofcourse,unlessyouareinaslowlocaltrain,inwhichcaselampsarenotalwaysprovided.Thenbyandbythedarknessoutsidethecarriagewindowistouchedbypuffsofcloudywhiteness,thenyouseeabluelightonthewallsofthetunnel,thenthesoundofthemovingtrainchangesoncemore,andyouareoutinthegoodopenairagain,andgrown-upsletthestrapsgo.