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Chapter 13
Still,shenosedherwayupunevenly,tillshecametowherethehyacinthswereallaroundher,thenshebalked,struggled,jerkedalittlewayoutoftheflowers,thenstopped
’We’dbettersoundthehornandseeifthekeeperwillcome,’saidConnie.’Hecouldpushherabit.Forthatmatter,Iwillpush.Ithelps.’
’We’llletherbreathe,’saidClifford.’Doyoumindputtingascotchunderthewheel?’
Conniefoundastone,andtheywaited.AfterawhileCliffordstartedhismotoragain,thensetthechairinmotion.Itstruggledandfalteredlikeasickthing,withcuriousnoises.
’Letmepush!’saidConnie,comingupbehind.
’No!Don’tpush!’hesaidangrily.’What’sthegoodofthedamnedthing,ifithastobepushed!Putthestoneunder!’
Therewasanotherpause,thenanotherstart;butmoreineffectualthanbefore.
’Youmustletmepush,’saidshe.’Orsoundthehornforthekeeper.’
’Wait!’
Shewaited;andhehadanothertry,doingmoreharmthangood.
’Soundthehornthen,ifyouwon’tletmepush,’shesaid.
’Hell!Bequietamoment!’
Shewasquietamoment:hemadeshatteringeffortswiththelittlemotor.
’You’llonlybreakthethingdownaltogether,Clifford,’sheremonstrated;’besideswastingyournervousenergy.’
’IfIcouldonlygetoutandlookatthedamnedthing!’hesaid,exasperated.Andhesoundedthehornstridently.’PerhapsMellorscanseewhat’swrong.’
Theywaited,amongthemashedflowersunderaskysoftlycurdlingwithcloud.
