BLUE BONNET put her head out of the car window for the hundredth time that hour, and drew it back with a sigh of utter exasperation. Uncle Cliff, she declared impatiently, if The Wanderer doesn't move a little faster I'll simply have to get out and push! Better blame the engine, Honey, said Uncle Cliff in his slow, soothing way.
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