By the greatest good fortune, the judge and Tom Beauling got a seat all to themselves, and Beauling was so glad that the judge elected to sit by the aisle instead of by the window. Newspapers were unfolded, spectacles put on, and the train started—that is, the train stayed where it was and the landscape started. Infinitely interesting things went by the window. Those close to the track went by so rapidly that you could not study them; those far away went slowly, and afforded a good, long look. At one place there was a tree with a robin sitting on the tip-top. The tree didn't behave well to the robin, for without a word of warning it jerked itself out from under him and left him in the air. And, of course, the robin, to keep from falling, had to flap and flap. He couldn't have been a very well robin, for no matter how hard he flapped he just managed to stay in the same place. And, of course, as the place moved almost as fast as the rest of the landscape, he was soon out of sight, and little Beauling could never know how
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