"A tramp ?" "Nope, not a tramp.

He works.

But, Sis, did mother make gingerbread ?" So we all got into the light wagon and drove briskly out along the shady country road.

The evening was coming on, and the air was full of the scent of blossoms.

We turned finally into a lane and thus came promptly, for the horse was as eager as we, to the capacious farmyard.