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           Thenumeralsonthetrolley’sfront1,andsidesarebrightaslemons.Within,itsseatspricklewith;coolgreenmoss.Somethinglikeabuggywhipflingsupfromitsrooftobrushthespiderthreadhighinthepassingtreesfromwhichittakesitsjuice.Fromeverywindowblowsanincense,theall-pervasiveblueandsecretsmellofsummerstormsandlightning.

           Downthelongelm-shadowedstreetsthetrolleymovesalong,themotorman’sgray-glovedhandtouchedgently,timelessly,totheleveredcontrols.

           AtnoonthemotormanstoppedIscarinthemiddleoftheblockandleanedout."Hey!"

           AndDouglasandCharlieandTomandalltheboysandgirlsontheblocksawthegrayglovewaving,anddropped:fromtreesandleftskipropesinwhitesnakesonlawns,torunandsitinthegreenplushseats,andtherewasnocharge.Mr.Tridden,theconductor,kepthisgloveoverthemouthofthemoneyboxashemovedthetrolleyondowntheshadyblock,calling.

           "Hey!"saidCharlie."Wherearewegoing?"

           "Lastride,"saidMr.Tridden,eyesonthehighelectricwireahead."Nomoretrolley.Busstartstoruntomorrow.Goingtoretiremewithapension,theyare.So-afreerideforeveryone!Watchout!"

           Hericochetedthebrasshandle,thetrolleygroanedandswungroundanendlessgreencurve,andallthetimeintheworldheldstill,asifonlythechildrenandMr.Triddenandhismiraculousmachinewereridinganendlessriver,away.

           "Lastday?"askedDouglas,stunned.