All right, I've got her right, on this side.

Take up the tail and let's run her out." In the open the children were running back and forth, playing tag and squealing over the hazards of the game.

When the Thunder Bird rolled out with its outspread wings and its head high and haughty, they gave a final dash at one another and rushed off to get wheelbarrow and stick horses.

They were well trained--shamefully well trained in the game of cheating.
Johnny looked at them glumly, with an aversion born of their uncanny obedience, their unchildlike shrewdness.

Fine conspirators they would make later on, when they grew a few years older and more cunning! "Head her into the wind so I can take the air right away quick," he ordered Cliff, and helped swing the Thunder Bird round.
Dusk was settling upon the very heels of a sunset that had no clouds to glorify and therefore dulled and darkened quickly into night, as is the way of sunsets in the southern rim of States.
Already the shadows were deep against the hill, and in the deepest stood the Thunder Bird, slim, delicately sturdy, every wire taut, every bit of aluminum in her motor clean and shining, a gracefully potent creature of the air.