They walked slowly down the street at about ten in the evening talking calmly.
Look up there!said Braling They both stared up through the dark air.A man about thirty five years old touch of gray at either temple sad gray eyes, and a small thin mustache looked down at them.
The street door of the apartment opened and the tall spare gentleman with the mustache and the grieved eyes came out to meet them.
''Marionette ARE MADE TO MOVE , NOT TO LIE DOWN.
''Hello Blaring'' he said'' hello Blaring'' said Blaring Smith stared.'' Is this your twin brother said Smith.
Smith finds out that Nettie is a Marionette too! he bent forward in and yet forward again until, his fevered ear was resting firmly and irrevocably upon her round pink bosom.Nettie cried" tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
''That's what I want to talk to you about''said Blaring Two,as they reached the concrete floor and walk across it.I don't like it.''I don't like the toolbox'' I'll try and fix up something more comfortable''.