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"
Welcome
,
all
of
you
!
"
Mr
.
Tryon
,
Mr
.
Owen
,
Mr
.
Dunne
,
Mr
.
Lang
,
Mr
.
Steffens
,
Mr
.
Fletcher
,
and
a
double
-
dozen
more
.
"
Come
in
,
come
in
!
"
Miss
Gibbs
,
Miss
Pope
,
Miss
Churchil
,
Miss
Blunt
,
Miss
Drummond
,
and
a
score
of
other
women
,
glittering
.
Eminent
,
eminent
people
,
one
and
all
,
members
of
the
Society
for
the
Prevention
of
Fantasy
,
advocators
of
the
banishment
of
Halloween
and
Guy
Fawkes
,
killers
of
bats
,
burners
of
books
,
bearers
of
torches
;
good
clean
citizens
,
every
one
,
who
had
waited
until
the
rough
men
had
come
up
and
buried
the
Martians
and
cleansed
the
cities
and
built
the
towns
and
repaired
the
highways
and
made
everything
safe
.
And
then
,
with
everything
well
on
its
way
to
Safety
,
the
Spoil
-
Funs
,
the
people
with
mercurochrome
for
blood
and
iodine
-
colored
eyes
,
came
now
to
set
up
their
Moral
Climates
and
dole
out
goodness
to
everyone
.
And
they
were
his
friends
!
Yes
,
carefully
,
carefully
,
he
had
met
and
befriended
each
of
them
on
Earth
in
the
last
year
!
"
Welcome
to
the
vasty
halls
of
Death
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Hello
,
Stendahl
,
what
is
all
this
?
"
"
You
’
ll
see
.
Everyone
off
with
their
clothes
.
You
’
ll
find
booths
to
one
side
there
.
Change
into
costumes
you
find
there
.
Men
on
this
side
,
women
on
that
.
"
The
people
stood
uneasily
about
.
