Mary Ellen Chase, Mary Christmas (1926)
“ That year, too, the vision of the pushcart became a reality. It was red, with the stout, [Pg 89] well-oiled wheels of which she had dreamed; it boasted the protective rubber covering, which on fair days folded neatly under its shining body; it had compartments of all sizes with hinged covers, and, for those which carried the most valuable of her wares, padlocks with tiny keys. ”
