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I remember a time, Teddy, where there was bicycles no end, when you could stand just here the road was as smooth as a board then and see twenty or thirty coming and going at the same time, bicycles and moty-bicycles; moty cars, all sorts of whirly things." "No!" said Teddy. "I do. They'd keep on going by all day, 'undreds and 'undreds." "But where was they all going?" asked Teddy.
"So do I so do I," cried everybody. "No doubt," said the Conductor; "but that's your business, not mine. Double your speed, Moty," he added, calling forward to the Motorman. "These people want to get off.
I saw free pig-stealers 'ung before I was six," said Teddy. "Father took me because of my birfday being near. Said I ought to be blooded...." "Well, you never saw no-one killed by a moty car, any'ow," said old Tom after a moment of chagrin. "And you never saw no dead men carried into a chemis' shop." Teddy's momentary triumph faded. "No," he said, "I 'aven't." "Nor won't. Nor won't.
To the little tramp the whole thing was a new and entrancing game of make-believe. By evening they had seven-and-sixpence. "Us'll 'ave a fourpenny doss outer this," said Beale. "Swelp me Bob, we'll be ridin' in our own moty afore we know where we are at this rate." "But you said the bed with the green curtains," urged Dickie. "Well, p'rhaps you're right. Lay up for a rainy day, eh?
Right off they'd say, 'Send me some up. Lord! what a life that was. The business of it, the bussel, the smart things you saw, moty cars going by, kerridges, people, organ-grinders, German bands. Always something going past always. If it wasn't for those empty 'ouses, I'd think it all a dream." "But what killed all the people, uncle?" asked Teddy. "It was a smash-up," said old Tom.
"A sound of carts and 'orses there was, and a sound of cabs and omnibuses, and then a lot of whistling, shrill whistles, whistles that froze 'is marrer. And directly the whistles began things begun to show, people in the streets 'urrying, people in the 'ouses and shops busying themselves, moty cars in the streets, a sort of moonlight in all the lamps and winders.
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