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He
leaned
out
the
window
and
gaped
.
"
Why
,
it
’
s
Bill
.
Bill
Forrester
,
you
there
!
Has
the
sun
got
you
?
You
’
re
cutting
the
lawn
again
!
"
Bill
looked
up
,
smiled
a
white
smile
,
and
waved
.
"
I
know
!
I
think
I
missed
a
few
spots
!
"
And
while
Grandpa
lay
in
bed
for
the
next
five
minutes
,
smiling
and
at
ease
,
Bill
Forrester
cut
the
lawn
north
,
then
west
,
then
south
,
and
finally
,
in
a
great
green
spraying
fountain
,
toward
the
east
.
On
Sunday
morning
Leo
Auffmann
moved
slowly
through
his
garage
,
expecting
some
wood
,
a
curl
of
wire
,
a
hammer
or
wrench
to
leap
up
crying
,
"
Start
here
!
"
But
nothing
leaped
,
nothing
cried
for
a
beginning
.
Should
a
Happiness
Machine
,
he
wondered
,
be
something
you
can
carry
in
your
pocket
?
Or
,
he
went
on
,
should
it
be
something
that
carries
you
in
its
pocket
?
"
One
thing
I
absolutely
know
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
It
should
be
bright
!
"
He
set
a
can
of
orange
paint
in
the
center
of
the
workbench
,
picked
up
a
dictionary
,
and
wandered
into
the
house
.
"
Lena
?
"
He
glanced
at
the
dictionary
.
"
Are
you
‘
pleased
,
contented
,
joyful
,
delighted
’
?
Do
you
feel
‘
Lucky
,
fortunate
’
?
Are
things
‘
clever
and
fitting
,
’
’
successful
and
suitable
’
for
you
?
"
Lena
stopped
slicing
vegetables
and
closed
her
eyes
.
"
Read
me
the
list
again
,
please
,
"
she
said
.
