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 it all ended. Pretty to see was the blue water beyond the land. Interesting were the white-sailed ships that could not stand up straight. Fascinating the back yards, with little boys playing ball in them. But more pretty, interesting, and fascinating was the white-faced youth who went up and down the aisle with a basketful of candies, caramels, and books. What a beautiful, generous nature that youth had, in spite of his hard face! For, like Prince Bountiful, he gave everybody a box of candy or a book for nothing. Insisted on giving it to them; wouldn't take no for an answer. And—O baseness of human nature! O despicable performance on the part of Prince Bountiful!—for, sinking to the lowest of creations, an Indian-giver, he went sneaking about and took back all the presents he had given. And when nobody was looking! Nobody but Tom Beauling. He saw—and despised.

Whenever the landscape had a station it stopped, so that the people who didn't like that part of the landscape could get into the train and wait till a part they