The motorman again turned on the power, but although the wheels hummed and whirred on the track, not an inch forward did the car go. “There’s something wrong,” he said, “but I don’t know what it is. She turns all right, and she acts all right, but she don’t go ahead none.” “She won’t,” said Nimbus, “till these people get off. It would be a shame to take them to the Equator.” “Certainly it would,” said the deacon. “I for one am going to get off.” “Me, too,” said the burglar. [Illustration: “Both the plumber’s apprentices jumped hastily to the ground”] And both of them did. “It’s all right with us,” said the plumber’s apprentices, settling back in their seats. “Our time will go on just the same.” “Well, it ain’t with me,” said the motorman. “I’m going to see what’s stopping her.” He went to the rear door and was about to swing off the steps when he uttered a cry of alarm. “Great rabbits!” he shouted. “She’s risin’ off’m the track!” At this both the plumber’s apprentices ran to the platform and jumped hastily to the ground. The motorman and conductor hurried to the front platform, but when they reached it the car had risen thirty feet in the air and was sailing merrily through space. The conductor reeled back into the car and sank breathless on a seat. The motorman followed him. “What kind of a way to do is this?” demanded the conductor of Nimbus. “And me with a wife and five children.” “There is no danger at all,” said Nimbus soothingly. “We’ll have to come down again, you know. Everything does, that goes up.” The conductor had got a little over his fright, and was looking out of the window. “I don’t know where we’re going, Tommy,” he said to the motorman, “but it does look as if we was on our way, don’t it?” “It’s an outrage!” said the motorman, “and I’ve a good mind to chuck this little feller overboard. It’s all his doings.” But Nimbus paid no attention to him at all. “You see,” he said to Billy, “that a trolley car can be enchanted if you go at it right. I could enchant the conductor and motorman if I wanted to. I think I’d turn the motorman into a bull.” The motorman grew pale at this. “Now, don’t do nothing like that,” he said. “I like this flying business, honest I do.” “Very well,” said Nimbus, “but I think you had better go out on the platform and look for stars. We may be running into one any time.” The motorman was glad to return to his post, and the conductor arose and walked unsteadily to the rear platform, where he held fast to the dashboard rail and gazed with open-mouthed wonder at the scene below. “We’ll soon be coming to the Dog Star,” Nimbus told Billy. “His name is Sirius, but he isn’t. He’s almost eight million years old, but he still behaves like a Puppy Star at the snow-making season. He worries the Snow Fairies half to death.” “What are Snow Fairies?” asked Billy. “They are the people that make the snow. Didn’t you ever hear the proverb, ‘Make snow while the moon shines’?”