Hooting with her horn she crept past three lorries and drew abreast of the fourth; then, misjudging, she let the tip of her low mudguard touch the front wheel of the foremost lorry.
"The Happy Foreigner"
Enid Bagnold
Lining all one side of the yard ran a shed, closed and warmed and lighted, where living cars slept in long rows mudguard to mudguard, and bright lamps facing outward.
"The Happy Foreigner"
Enid Bagnold
"Good-bye," she waved, and as their car passed onwards she climbed up on to the mudguard and spread the rug over her knees.
"The Happy Foreigner"
Enid Bagnold