Casey looked up, startled, and tried to remember just what he had said before the girls appeared to silence him.

The woman was very large both in height and in bulk, and she was heaving herself out of the truck in a way that reminded Casey oddly of a disgruntled hippopotamus he had once watched coming out of its tank at a circus.

Casey moved modestly away and did not look, after that first glance.

A truck, you will please understand, is not a touring car, and ladies who have passed the two-hundred-pound notch on the scales should remain up there and call for a step-ladder.
She descended, and the jack slipped and let the car down with a six-inch lurch.

Casey is remarkably quick in his motions.