Here, help me place them in my car.

Someone get in and ride with me--I'll need help.

You, Reade!" "No," responded Tom with emphasis, as he looked down at his discolored self.

"If the lady saw me when she opened her eyes, she'd faint again.
I'd scare the kiddies into convulsions.

A bath for me!" A man from the crowd quickly stepped into the tonneau of the car, ready to care for the woman and her children while the physician drove his car home.
"Hello, Reade! My congratulations on your getting out.