The Rambler 'had tasted lotus, and was in danger of forgetting he was ever to depart.'
The Rambler—that's her name—don't take the dust of anything afloat.
He opened the Rambler, of which she was particularly fond, and began to read.
It was covered all over with rambler roses, and looked magnificent.
It has also been found in the copper mines of Rambler, Wyoming.