" It's like this, do you see: two sit on a bench-- they're the passengers; and one stands up straight on the bench.

And all are harnessed to it by their arms or by their belts, and they run through all the rooms--the doors are left open beforehand.

Well, and it's pretty hard work being the conductor!" "That's the one that stands?" Stepan Arkadyevitch inquired, smiling.

"Yes, you want pluck for it, and cleverness too, especially when they stop all of a sudden, or someone falls down.

" "Yes, that must be a serious matter," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, watching with mournful interest the eager eyes, like his mother's; not childish now--no longer fully innocent.