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           "Oh,ifFrankhearsaboutthis,he’lltakeourGreenMachineawayfromus,andit’ssolovelyandniceridingandgettingthecoolwindandseeingthetown."

           "Wewon’ttellhim."

           "Won’twe?"

           Theyhelpedeachotherdownthecreakingstairstothesecondfloor,stoppingtolisten...Inthekitchentheypeeredatthepantry,peekedoutwindowswithfrightenedeyes,andfinallysettoworkfryinghamburgeronthestove.AfterfiveminutesofworkingsilenceFernlookedsadlyoveratRobertaandsaid,"I’vebeenthinking.We’reoldandfeebleanddon’tliketoadmitit.We’redangerous.Weoweadebttosocietyforrunningoff—"

           "And—?"Akindofsilencefellonthefryinginthekitchenasthetwosistersfacedeachother,nothingintheirhands.

           "Ithinkthat"—Fernstaredatthewallforalongtime-"weshouldn’tdrivetheGreenMachineeveragain."Robertapickedupaplateandhelditinherthinhand."Not-ever?"shesaid.

           "No."

           "But,"saidRoberta,"wedon’thaveto—togetridofit,dowe?Wecankeepit,can’twe?"

           Fernconsideredthis.

           "Yes,Iguesswecankeepit."

           "Atleastthat’llbesomething.I’llgooutnowanddisconnectthebatteries."

           RobertawasleavingjustasFrank,theiryoungerbrother,onlyfifty-sixyears,entered.

           "Hi,sisters!"hecried.

           Robertabrushedpasthimwithoutawordandwalkedoutintothesummerdusk.FrankwascarryinganewspaperwhichFernimmediatelysnatchedfromhim.