A horse and buggy were outside, and within he spied a lean young woman neatly dressed in a plain dark suit.
With a lawn mower brought from home she was cutting the grass on her family lot.

And she seemed to fit into the landscape.

New England had grown very old.
* * * * * Late one night toward the end of July, there came a loud honk from down the hill, then another and another.

And as George in his pajamas came rushing from his bedroom shouting radiantly, "Gee! It's dad!"-- they heard the car thundering outside.

Bruce had left New York at dawn and had made the run in a single day, three hundred and eleven miles.