“What is it?” someone asked.
“That’s the joke, what is it?” I answered.
“It’s an old use to be buggy,” said Hervey.
“I should think it is buggy,” said I.
“Gee, we ought to have some fun with it,” said Westy.
“Let’s take it up to the hill, in back of the barn and ride down in it,” suggested Hervey.
“No sooner said than stung,” said I.
“Just make believe we didn’t have fun rolling up the hill with a use to be buggy, that was very buggy!”
“Roy, grab hold of this end,” said Hervey. “We’ll soon have her in high!”
I said, “Say, Hervey, would you like to steer this buggy buggy?”