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Scout rested her head against the window and watched the mountain slope pass below her. The glass of the window was pleasantly cool, and the rocking of the tram car was like a cradle trying to lull her to sleep.
Then she saw light below and snapped out of her doze. The sun had completely gone, the ground below her had lost all definition, but directly in front of the tram car, where the cables were descending to, was a cluster of bright lights.
“The hamlet,” John Carlo said. “Most of the homes are close to the station, and there is a market there on good-weather days. The lights are around that. The McGillicuddys actually live a little further up the slope, but they are meeting us at the station with lights, so you won’t be walking alone in the dark.”
“Alone?” Scout asked. “Aren’t yo
