touring car

A big touring car stood in the narrow lane, headed toward the broad highway from which Jessie and Amy had come.

It was a big, late-modeled touring car, of the kind that sells for nearly five thousand dollars.

A handsome soldier on a restive bay mare came next, and behind him a huge touring car with a pompous black chauffeur.

She was at the door of a closed touring car; some one was giving her a hand from within, and on the curb two men were standing.

To the astonishment of all on the porch, the resplendent touring-car came to a halt in front of the McReady gate.