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puh ws Gar.
—~oe
AULT into the car, Swen;
awake, the horses are
impatient and eager to fly away!”
It was Jack o’ Dreams who had come on a visit ;
he had a coachman’s hat, with a silver band, on his
head, and a whip in his hand.
“Off we go at a gallop!” he cried out, and Swen
didn’t tarry, but was ready in a moment to accom-
pany him.
When Swen came out on the doorsteps, he stopped
and clasped his hands with delight.
“There is my car,” said Jack o’ Dreams, and
pointed to a small conveyance that seemed to float
in the air.
“I never saw anything more beautiful!” cried
Swen, admiringly; and he was right, for the sparks
from the horses’ shoes flashed like dazzling fireworks,
and the naves of the wheels glistened like dewdrops.
The car was carved of a large scarlet-coloured shell,
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