A disreputable-looking man in an ill-fitting coat opened the carriage door and Lady Wilhelmina exited the cab, resting heavily on her cane, which she didn’t really need, but the doctors were always fussing over her use.  She scowled up at the massive white and gold (or was it blue and black?) craft, and the huge, sun-blocking gasbag that it hung from.  Massive propellers turned lazily from the sides, flashing in the few scan rays of sunlight that reached them.  “It doesn’t look like much, does it?”  But behind her, Penelope gasped.  She was entranced by the behemoth.

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