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. The Wanderer is doing her best. Might as well blame the wagon for not making the horses gallop!