You know what could help the governor dilute all that Pleasantville weirdness?
Framed by the window an active railroad panorama spread out, and beyond that view the quaint town of Pleasantville.
Do they make things in wire at that Pleasantville factory—I mean, do they have the material and machinery to make wire things?
The building was intolerably hot, the advantages of ventilation having been a thing the citizens of Pleasantville had overlooked.
At Pleasantville a sharp turn to the left should be made, and the road thence to Atlantic City is very easily followed.
Pleasantville had long since gone to bed; it was only the judge's window that gave its light to the blackness of the night.
