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Yellow
squares
were
cut
in
the
dim
morning
earth
as
house
lights
winked
slowly
on
.
A
sprinkle
of
windows
came
suddenly
alight
miles
off
in
dawn
country
.
"
Everyone
yawn
.
Everyone
up
.
"
The
great
house
stirred
below
.
"
Grandpa
,
get
your
teeth
from
the
water
glass
!
"
He
waited
a
decent
interval
.
"
Grandma
and
Great
-
grandma
,
fry
hot
cakes
!
"
The
warm
scent
of
fried
batter
rose
in
the
drafty
halls
to
stir
the
boarders
,
the
aunts
,
the
uncles
,
the
visiting
cousins
,
in
their
rooms
.
"
Street
where
all
the
Old
People
live
,
wake
up
!
Miss
Helen
Loomis
,
Colonel
Freeleigh
,
Miss
Bentley
!
Cough
,
get
up
,
take
pills
,
move
around
!
Mr
.
Jonas
,
hitch
up
your
horse
,
get
your
junk
wagon
out
and
around
!
"
The
bleak
mansions
across
the
town
ravine
opened
baleful
dragon
eyes
.
Soon
,
in
the
morning
avenues
below
,
two
old
women
would
glide
their
electric
Green
Machine
,
waving
at
all
the
dogs
.
"
Mr
.
Tridden
,
run
to
the
carbarn
!
"
Soon
,
scattering
hot
blue
sparks
above
it
,
the
town
trolley
would
sail
the
rivering
brick
streets
.
"
Ready
John
Huff
,
Charlie
Woodman
?
"
whispered
Douglas
to
the
Street
of
Children
.
"
Ready
!
"
to
baseballs
sponged
deep
in
wet
lawns
,
to
rope
swings
hung
empty
in
trees
.
"
Mom
,
Dad
,
Tom
,
wake
up
.
"
