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           "Theycan’tdothat!It’sbadenoughtheGreenMachineisgone,lockedupinthegarage,andnoarguments.Andbadenoughmynewtennisshoesaregettingoldandslowingdown!How’llIgetaround?But...But...Theycan’ttakeoffthetrolley!Why,"saidDouglas,"nomatterhowyoulookatit,abusain’tatrolley.Don’tmakethesamekindofnoise.Don’thavetracksorwires,don’tthrowsparks,don’tpoursandonthetracks,don’thavethesamecolors,don’thaveabell,don’tletdownasteplikeatrolleydoes!"

           "Hey,that’sright,"saidCharlie."Ialwaysgetakickwatchingatrolleyletdownthestep,likeanaccordion."

           "Sure,"saidDouglas.

           Andthentheywereattheendoftheline,thesilvertracks,abandonedforeighteenyears,ranonintorollingcountry.In1910peopletookthetrolleyouttoChessman’sParkwithvastpicnichampers.Thetrack,neverrippedup,stilllayrustingamongthehills.

           "Here’swhereweturnaround,"saidCharlie.

           "Here’swhereyou’rewrong!"Mr.Triddensnappedtheemergencygeneratorswitch."Now!"

           Thetrolley,withabumpandasailingglide,sweptpastthecitylimits,turnedoffthestreet,andswoopeddownhillthroughintervalsofodoroussunlightandvastacreagesofshadowthatsmelledoftoadstools.Hereandtherecreekwatersflushedthetracksandsunfilteredthroughtreeslikegreenglass.