Presently she left the dust behind and drove along under the maple trees that lined the village street, over cool roads that were kept well sprinkled.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
He led Manley stumbling up the street, evading a direct statement as to his destination, pulled him off the board walk, and took him across a vacant lot well sprinkled with old shoes and tin cans.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
sprinkled along the ridge, whose crest the road followed, were prosperous-looking farms.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford