Of course we must wait.
Where is the shed ?" Winnie S.led the way to the shed.

It was a ramshackle affair, open on one side.

General Jackson, tethered to a rusty ring at the back, whinnied a welcome.
The driver, holding the lantern aloft, looked about him.

His two passengers looked also.
"Well," observed Thankful, "this may have been a shed once, but it's more like a sieve now.

There's more leaks to the roof than there is boards, enough sight.