The benedict society books6/1/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() So too did a great many other things, including the sentence ‘It glistened in the mist the train hissed, and I listened,’ a poetic train of thought that sounded rather like a train itself, which pleased him. There was, in fact, such a person watching from the window of the approaching train, a boy of whimsical mind, to be sure (though whimsy was not the half of it, nor even the beginning), and the fairy-tale qualities of the scene occurred to him at once. To a person of whimsical mind, the scene might resemble something from a tale, a magical gathering in a dark wood, the umbrellas looming like toadstools over fairy folk. Electric lamps above the platform cast their light upon a thousand reflecting surfaces: the puddles along the tracks, the streaked windows of the station house, the umbrellas hoisted over huddled, indistinct figures on the platform. The train station at Pebbleton, dark and sooty though it was, glistened in the mist. ![]()
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