Then, like a cowboy shooting up a peaceful camp, a frantic devil would hurtle out of the distance, bellowing, exhaust racketing like a machine gun gone amuck--and at these horrid sounds the surreys and buggies would hug the curbstone, and the bicycles scatter to cover, cursing; while children rushed from the sidewalks to drag pet dogs from the street.
The thing would roar by, leaving a long wake of turbulence; then the indignant street would quiet down for a few minutes--till another came.
"There are a great many more than there used to be," Miss Fanny observed, in her lifeless voice, as the lull fell after one of these visitations.

"Eugene is right about that; there seem to be at least three or four times as many as there were last summer, and you never hear the ragamuffins shouting 'Get a horse!' nowadays; but I think he may be mistaken about their going on increasing after this.

I don't believe we'll see so many next summer as we do now." "Why ?" asked Isabel.
"Because I've begun to agree with George about their being more a fad than anything else, and I think it must be the height of the fad just now.

You know how roller-skating came in--everybody in the world seemed to be crowding to the rinks--and now only a few children use rollers for getting to school.

Besides, people won't permit the automobiles to be used.