This affair being arranged, 809 grasped the wire with her trolley, threw off her brakes and went rushing forward to her fate.
As she sped down Poolton Avenue a party of young men, with long hair, ran out of a café, yelling wildly. Tommie pulled the bell.
“Stop her, Jimmie,” he said. “They look like our kind of people.”
“Where are you going?” asked the panting youth who arrived first.
“Any old place,” said Tommie. The youth stopped.
“Hey?” said he.
“What’s that?” said Tommie.
“Oh,” said the young man, “I only wanted to know where you went to.”
“Answer same as before,” said Tommie. “Any old place. We have broke loose from the tediousness of this darned commercial life, and we are taking in the United States to suit ourselves.”
“Do you mean that?” earnestly inquired the young man.