Caleb, holding the lantern, watched the operation anxiously, his face falling at every stitch.
"I'm afraid I haven't made a good job of it," sighed Hannah, gazing sorrowfully at the puckered and wrinkled star in the back of the garment.

"If you'd only held that lantern steady, instead of jigglin' it round and round so, I might have done better." Mr.Hammond said nothing, but struggled into his coat, and picked up the reins.

He sighed, heavily, and his sigh was echoed from the back seat of the carryall.
The road was now very rough, and the ruts were deep and full of holes.
George Washington seemed to be stumbling through tall grass and bushes, and the carryall jolted and rocked from side to side.

Miss Parker grew more and more nervous.

After a particularly severe jolt she could not hold in any longer.
"Land of love, Caleb!" she gasped.