The wagon he drew was a soapbox fitted with a pair of wheels from a go-cart.
The girl, who had paused when he did, leaned on the pusher of her go-cart, studying him calmly.
He got down stealthily from the go-cart and toddled off towards the river.
It was the kind of thing you would give a baby in a go-cart.
"Why, when I was in my cradle and in my go-cart I could twist my ...