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’
Now
,
old
girl
!
’
said
Clifford
,
putting
the
chair
to
it
.
It
was
a
steep
and
jolty
climb
.
The
chair
pugged
slowly
,
in
a
struggling
unwilling
fashion
.
Still
,
she
nosed
her
way
up
unevenly
,
till
she
came
to
where
the
hyacinths
were
all
around
her
,
then
she
balked
,
struggled
,
jerked
a
little
way
out
of
the
flowers
,
then
stopped
’
We
’
d
better
sound
the
horn
and
see
if
the
keeper
will
come
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
He
could
push
her
a
bit
.
For
that
matter
,
I
will
push
.
It
helps
.
’
’
We
’
ll
let
her
breathe
,
’
said
Clifford
.
’
Do
you
mind
putting
a
scotch
under
the
wheel
?
’
Connie
found
a
stone
,
and
they
waited
.
After
a
while
Clifford
started
his
motor
again
,
then
set
the
chair
in
motion
.
It
struggled
and
faltered
like
a
sick
thing
,
with
curious
noises
.
’
Let
me
push
!
’
said
Connie
,
coming
up
behind
.
’
No
!
Don
’
t
push
!
’
he
said
angrily
.
’
What
’
s
the
good
of
the
damned
thing
,
if
it
has
to
be
pushed
!
Put
the
stone
under
!
’
There
was
another
pause
,
then
another
start
;
but
more
ineffectual
than
before
.
’
You
must
let
me
push
,
’
said
she
.
’
Or
sound
the
horn
for
the
keeper
.
’
