Let's see her step, Jim." Jim "soaked it to her" and she stepped.

Not a bit of fuss did she make over it.

Just stepped.

A silent, fleet step, like the step of a deer.
And the spectral trees on either side seemed to glide the other way, and east road seemed like a piece of string across their path, and Oppie's mill was but a transient speck and Valesboro was brushed aside like a particle of dust.
The car of a thousand delights could not do that.....