At Michaelville, they started the scooter and ran down the track to the river.
All interest in the scooter was lost in Uncle Fred's arrival.
Russ now bent over the other wheels on the end of the scooter.
It's my scooter, because I made it; and so I'll go down first.
Russ and Laddie lifted the scooter up there, and got up themselves.
They spread out from the scooter ...