It wasn't so bad, except once when he met a load of hay and emerged with frayed nerves from the ordeal of passing it; and he had been compelled to drive a long way until he could find space in which to turn round.

The smarty that had sold the thing to him had turned in a narrow road, but not again that day would Sharon employ the whimsically treacherous gear of the retrograde.
He came at last to a stretch of common that permitted a wide circle, and took this without mishap.

A block farther along he had picked up the Cowan boy.

He was not above prizing the admiration of this child for his mechanical genius.

Wilbur exclaimed his delight at the car and lolled gingerly upon its luxurious back seat.