CHAPTER II.
They came all too soon to a gate giving upon the public road and the world of the living who make remarks about strange sights they witness.
Still it was a quiet street, and they were accorded no immediate reception.

There stood the pony cart of Miss Juliana, and this, she made known, they were to enter.

It was a lovely vehicle, drawn by a lovely fat pony, and the Wilbur twin had often envied those privileged to ride in it.

Never had he dreamed so rich a treat could be his.

Now it was to be his, but the thing was no longer a lovely pony cart; it was a tumbril--worse than a tumbril, for he was going to a fate worse than death.
The shameful skirt flopped about his bare legs as he awkwardly clambered into the rear seat beside the sex-muddled creature in a boy's suit and a girl's hat.