"Naw!" Grandpa looked at Wiley as if he could hardly believe such a thing. "Well! Now that's something to crow about!"
"Rode on what?" Irene asked.
"A automobile!"
"When did you ever ride a automobile?"
"Just this morning, up at Papa's store. All y'all just ought to 've seen me!"
"What was it like?"
"Irene, it was sorta like being in a buggy—only smoother and a whole lot faster! It was real, real fast!"
"Son, how'd you happen to get to ride?" Grandpa asked.
"Well, sir, that man said, 'Sonny Boy, you want to take a little spin?' I ain't 'Sonny Boy,' but I was dying to get on that thing, and Papa said I could. So, I did! He rode me all the way up to Doctor Elton's and Miss Maime's house and then wheeled around and brought me back to the store. We just went a-skimming along—like a bird!"
Wiley flung out his arms to show how a bird flies.