The buggy wheels twisted and scraped as they turned in the furrows.
"What's the matter ?" asked the schoolmistress, shouting so as to be heard above the flapping of the buggy curtains.

"Why do you watch that wheel ?" "'Fraid of the axle," whooped Mr.Bangs in reply.

"Nut's kind of loose, for one thing, and the way the wheel wobbles I'm scart she'll come off.
Call this a road!" he snorted indignantly.

"More like a plowed field a consider'ble sight.

Jerushy, how she blows! No wonder they raise so many deef and dumb folks in Trumet.