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Here is where the Hinge is oiled. A child's face ... an outstretched hand ... the up- ward look and then the smile ... "Hey, man, good to see ya'" ... an arm around the shoulder ... a frown over a textbook ... an excursion to the Christman play ... a thank you and a hug. Every afternoon at four o'clock the red Volkswagen pulls away from the curb and makes its way to Charles Street. The passengers are from Hinge. They step from the car and go to their homes. The child meets the tutor; they are made one. Together they confirm the hinge and make it tight. Here is the growing child and the experienced student at one with each other. Their relationship is alive and warm and real. How wonderful for the innocent to recite his number tables without a mistake ... yet how much more wonderful for him to think independently, to act on his own, to hold his reserve, to communicate. Oh, how much more fine and rare and sterling! 100