The latter was rather patient with him, but he never smiled.
"You've got to get the knack of working both arms at once," he said.

"It takes a little practice." One o'clock came while he was still on the car practicing, and he began to feel hungry.

The day set in snowing, and he was cold.

He grew weary of running to and fro on the short track.
They ran the car to the end and both got off.

Hurstwood went into the barn and sought a car step, pulling out his paper wrapped lunch from his pocket.