Tom Swift and His Electric Runabout, or, the Speediest Car on the Road

Maybe the house has been struck by lightning! suggested the aged inventor. No, the storm isn't severe enough for that and, besides, if the house had been struck you'd hear Mrs. Baggert yelling. She at that moment a woman's voice cried out, Mr. Swift! Tom! Where are you? Something dreadful has happened! There she goes! remarked Mr. Swift, as he splashed into a mud puddle. Bless my deflection udder!suddenly cried a voice from the flat roof of the Swift house. Hello! I say, is anyone down there? Yes, we are, answered Tom. Is that you, Mr. Damon? Bless my collar button! It certainly is where's Mr. Sharp? I don't hear him. Oh, I'm here all right, answered the balloonist. I'm trying to get the airship clear of the chimney. Mr. Damon -- Yes, I steered wrong! interrupted the odd man. Bless my liver pin, but it was so dark.