"I've tried and tried, and I can't excite her." It was an old, old story to Wilbur Cowan.
"Press her again," he directed.

Sharon pressed and the other raptly listened.

"Ignition," he said.
He lifted the hood on one side and with a pair of pliers manipulated what Sharon was never to know as anything but her gizzard, though the surgeon, as he delicately wrought, murmured something about platinum points.
"Try her!" Sharon tried her.
"Now she excites!" he exploded, gleefully, as the hum of the motor took up the shrill whir of the self-starter.

He stopped the thing and bent a reproachful gaze upon Wilbur.
"Every one else leaving me--even that Elihu Titus.

I never thought you would, after the way we've stood together in this town.