This wonderful wagon was just the thing for the journey we were making.

When I held the little tongue in my hand I was half-way to heaven already.

It had four stout wheels and a beautiful red box.

Her brother had sent it all the way from New York and it had stood so long in the cellar it was now much in need of repair.

Uncle Eb took it to the tool shop in the stable and put it in shipshape order and made a little pair of thills to go in place of the tongue.