The first gust that howled in from the bay struck its curtained side with a sudden burst of power that caused Mrs.Beasley to clutch her driver's arm.
"Good land of mercy!" she screamed.

"It blows real hard, don't it ?" Mr.Bangs's answer was in the form of delicate sarcasm, bellowed into the ear trumpet.
"Sho!" he exclaimed.

"I want to know! You don't say! Now you mention it, seems as if I had noticed a little air stirrin'." Another gust tilted the carriage top.

Debby clutched the arm still tighter.
"Why, it blows awful hard!" she cried.

"I'd no idee it blew like this." "Want to 'bout ship and go home again ?" whooped Bailey, hopefully.