"Dashboard" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... beneath the garden bright And stretch of greensward too in sight. Or else again in winter time, When, as today, the weather's prime:— Now I've begun, I'll say it out We've got a sleigh here, staunch and stout, All colored, yellow, black and green; Just freshly painted, neat and clean; And on the dashboard proudly strutting A strange, new-fangled fowl is sitting: Now if they'd have me fixed up right— The whole expense would be but slight— I'd stand there quite as well as he And none need feel ashamed of me! —Fool! I reply, accept your fate, And be not so immoderate. Perhaps 'twould suit your ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various
... explained, with the adeptness of an expert, how the lamp was controlled from the dashboard, and how splendid it was to have a light which was independent of the engine of the car or of faulty accumulators, and Bones agreed to try the lamp for a week. He did more than this: he half promised ...
— Bones in London • Edgar Wallace
... the dashboard firmly. With the ease of long practice, Split got to the big wheel and leaped to the ground. She had noticed the big stone which Baldy Bob had slipped in front of the hind wheel, and she fancied it was part of the reason why the stagecoach could ...
— The Madigans • Miriam Michelson
... not make a mile a minute; but almost before they were aware of it he drew up at the foot of the mountain, so suddenly that the Wizard and Zeb both sailed over the dashboard and landed in the soft grass—where they rolled over several times before they stopped. Dorothy nearly went with them, but she was holding fast to the iron rail of the seat, and that saved her. She squeezed the kitten, ...
— Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz • L. Frank Baum.
... Dickon taps the dashboard as the mare at last tops the hill, and away she speeds along the level plateau for the Downs. Two greyhounds are with us; two more have gone on under charge of a boy. Skirting the hills a mile or two, we presently leave ...
— The Amateur Poacher • Richard Jefferies
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