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 band around him, and you could see that he was made of bricks. After a long time the shadow began to slow up, and presently there was sunlight again—a place full of engines, a noise of many people—then a cool, darkish house, with the front wall gone, closed over them, and they got out on a long sidewalk. It stretched away ever so far, and stopped when it came to a lot of people who leaned against a rope to keep from falling.

Then there was a walk through many streets, all of which looked familiar, and finally they came to a vast house of red bricks, which had a long flight of steps leading to a closed door with a funny little picket-gate in the middle of it. Over the door was a curved green board, with gold letters on it. Little Beauling looked up and up at the great face of the house. In one of the windows he saw the face of a child that looked out and out. In another window he saw the end of an iron bed, and one corner of a pillow.

It was hot and stuffy in the train, Judge Tyler thought. It had been cool