First flat

(1930 June)
Somewhere on a country highway, the car started to bump.  Lorin smothered an oath, got out, took off his jacket, and remarked we had a flat.  It surprised me that he knew exactly what to do tho it wasn't his car, nor did he have one.  I was to find out as time went by he knew a great many things.  I have remarked his aversion to labor; this dislike showed plainly as he at last got the spare on and tossed the flat in the trunk.  "That's done," I said.  "Not quite.  We still have to get it fixed."