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           "Ladies,Iknowyou’rebothvigorous.Youlookit.Eightyyears"-hesnappedhisfingers—"meannothingtoyou!Buttherearetimes,mind,whenyou’resobusy,busy,youneedafriendindeed,afriendinneed,andthatisthetwo-seaterGreenMachine."

           Hefixedhisbright,stuffed-fox,green-glass-eyedgazeuponthatwonderfulmerchandise.Itstood,smellingnew,inthehotsunlight,waitingforthem,aparlorchaircomfortablyputtowheels.

           "Quietasaswan’sfeather."Theyfelthimbreathesoftlyintheirfaces."Listen."Theylistened."Thestoragebatteriesarefullychargedandreadynow!Listen!Notatremor,notasound.Electric,ladies.Yourechargeiteverynightinyourgarage."

           "Itcouldn’t—thatis—"Theyoungersistergulpedsomeicedtea."Itcouldn’telectrocuteusaccidently?"

           "Perishthethought!"

           Hevaultedtothemachineagain,histeethlikethoseyousawindentalwindows,alone,grimacingatyou,asyoupassedbylateatnight.

           "Teaparties!"Hewaltzedtherunaboutinacircle."Bridgeclubs.Soirees.Galas.Luncheons.Birthdaygatherings!D.A.R.breakfasts."Hepurredawayasifrunningoffforever.Hereturnedinarubber-tiredhush."GoldStarMothersuppers."Hesatprimly,corsetedbyhissupplecharacterizationofawoman."Easysteering.Silent,elegantarrivalsanddepartures.Nolicenseneeded.Onhotdays—takethebreeze.Ah...Heglidedbytheporch,headback,eyescloseddeliciously,hairtouslinginthewindthuscleanlyslicedthrough.