At one crossing she actually stopped the thing until Ellis Bristow, who was blind, had with his knowing cane tapped a safe way across the street.
The Wilbur twin at this moment frankly rejoiced in the infirmity of poor Ellis Bristow.

It was sweet relief not to have him stop and stare and point.

If given the power at this juncture he would have summarily blinded all the eyes of Newbern Center.
Up shaded streets they progressed, leaving a wake of purest joy astern.
But at last they began the ascent of West Hill, that led to the Whipple New Place, leaving behind those streets that came alive at their approach.

For the remainder of their dread progress they would elicit only the startled regard of an occasional adult farmer.
"What'll she do to us ?" The Wilbur twin mumbled this under cover of sprightly talk from the front seat.

His brother at the moment was boasting of his scholastic attainments.