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'Cept Lady Vere de Vere which animal she is going to get cuffed if she chews up any more of my overcoat out in my tent tonight!... Well, this kid worked 'round, machinery mostly, and got interested in cars, and started a garage Wee, that was an awful shop, first one I had! In Rauskukle's barn. Six wrenches and a screwdriver and a one-lung pump!
It was raining steadily when the three Rover boys reached the Blue Horseshoe Tavern, an ancient hostelry standing at the junction of two main roads. In the rear was a barn, and a big carriage shed which had been converted into a garage. The youths headed for the latter place and entered quickly, to get out of the downpour. A colored man came forward to see what they wanted.
Beneath the car a dark stream of oil marked the road, and the oil still dripped from the differential case, where the back axle lay in two halves. "I will telephone to your garage," her "client" had promised, as he climbed on to a passing lorry and continued his journey into Nancy.
Wayne Adams told me it stood him in about thirty dollars every time he went out with the Whites. Wayne's got his own car now; his wife kept at him day and night to get it. But he can't run it, so it's in the garage half the time."
I fancy he will be sufficiently interested ahem! well, you know " and she finished with a little laugh; in which her chums joined. They had reached the small door of the office of the garage. A notice on the glass directed them to "Push." Cora put both hands to the portal, and it swung back. She almost stumbled into the room.
After breakfast he started down town to see about the jitney, met Joe on the way, and the two boys went on together, talking excitedly of their preparations. "Dad says I can have the big car and the garage man will run it," Joe informed him gleefully. "Gee, I was never so surprised in my life.
That big, tall, light-haired fellow down there. I've seen his picture so many times that I almost feel as if know him. Come on, we'll go down and see his machine. That must be his garage yes, it is. See the sign over the door. Vix-Benson, it says. That's the car he's going to drive."
The gardening fever seized upon the Willis family and the girls sped home from school to dig and plant and rake and hoe. They recklessly promised Winnie a vegetable garden back of the garage and risked a late frost to jab onion and radish and lettuce seeds into the patch, Peter Cooper, the handy man, spaded up for them.
Fine pair, eh, William? And right there in the early dawn, almost in front of the garage that contained his touring Chauvinnais and my gray roadster, father stood in his velvet dressing-gown and admired the two moth-eaten old animals.
When, some hours later, Graham had not come back, he fell into the heavy sleep that follows anxiety and brings no rest. In the morning he found that Graham had gone back to the garage and taken his car, and that he had not returned. Afterward Clayton was to look back and to remember with surprise how completely the war crisis had found him absorbed in his own small group.
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