“Wait, wait, you wait.′ Aunt Willie came onto the porch drying her hands on a dish towel. She stood at the top of the steps until Frank, a thin boy with red hair, brought the motor scooter to a stop. As he kicked down the stand she called out, ‘Frank, listen, save yourself some steps. Wanda’s not going anywhere on that motorcycle.”
“So the people got in quickly, and Edward waited happily for the Guard to blow his whistle and wave his green flag. He waited and waited_there was not whistle, no green flag. ‘Peep, peep, peep, peep_where is that Guard?’ Edward was getting anxious.”