Inside the vehicle was blackness, dense, damp and profound.
"Auntie," said a second feminine voice, "Auntie, what DO you suppose has happened ?" "I don't know, Emily.

I'm prepared for 'most anything by this time.
Maybe we've landed on Mount Ararat.

I feel as if I'd been afloat for forty days and nights.

Land sakes alive!" as another gust shot and beat its accompanying cloudburst through and between the carriage curtains; "right in my face and eyes! I don't wonder that boy wished he was a duck.

I'd like to be a fish--or a mermaid.