Standing in the center of the road, with his right hand lifted full in the glare of the approaching car, he had not really expected it to stop. Yet it
did, with a shrieking and sprawling suddenness that was almost ludicrous. It was a small car, somewhat [illegible]. When he approached it, in the
reflected glare of the headlights two young faces seemed to float like two soft-colored and aghast balloons, the nearer one the girl's, backshrunk
in soft, wide horror. But Christmas did not notice this. "How about riding with you, if you are going this way?" They said nothing at all, looking at
him with that still and curious horror which he did not notice. So he opened the rear door to enter.