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During a trolley ride through a thrifty New England locality, where / church spires were almost as plentiful as trees, I studied the faces of / the people who came into the car during my two hours' journey.
The day was beautiful, and all along the route our numbers were / recruited by bevies of women, young, middle aged and old, who were bent / on shopping expeditions or setting forth to make social calls.