No. 177. The Goods Wagon. It was fearfully hot, and it had occurred to Abigail, his next-door landscape painter, that he might enjoy a glass of iced tea. He was out when she dropped by. When she entered his studio, she was surprised to find that he had apparently returned to railroading in his art. The only object in the studio was a large carved goods wagon, painted green (he had once told her that in England, freight cars were called "goods wagons"). "Oh dear," thought Abigail, "he's planning his escape again."

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