“I wish I had the Equator in reach of my crank handle,” said the motorman.
“I wish,” said Billy, “that the Evening Star would come past here right now. We’d get Nimbus to enchant the trolley car again, and away we’d go back home with her.”
“Sure,” said the conductor. “We could use her for a headlight on the way home.”
They were all busily discussing what could be done to secure the Evening Star against the Equator when they had her in Billy’s home when a light shone above the trees and soon a Meteor dropped among them.
“I just met the Equator going west-nor’west,” he said. “Where’s Nimbus?”
“In that case,” bellowed the Equine Ox, “I’ll go sou’-sou’east,” and he walked calmly away in that direction, tearing out the forward end of the trolley car as he went.
“Soon a Meteor dropped among them”