Elihu Titus admitted that every one of them was put back, though he hinted they were probably by no means where they had been.

But Sharon, coming again to the dissecting room at the day's end, was stricken with awe for the astounding genius that had put back all those parts.

He felt a gleam of hope.
"She'd ought to go now," said the proud mechanic.
"You ought to know," said Sharon.

"You been plumb into her gizzard." "Only other thing I can think of," continued the mechanic, "mebbe she needs more of that gasoline stuff." He raised the cushion of the front seat and unscrewed a cap.

"We might try that," he suggested, brightly.
"This tank looks like she's empty." "Try it," said Sharon, and the incredulous Elihu Titus was dispatched to the village for a five-gallon tin of the gasoline stuff.