seven A.M.
Mechanical ingenuity , I guess . Country town people pick up automobiles as easily as poor people do twins . And they seem to support them about as inexpensively . If you were to take a trip around Homeburg at seven A.M. on a Sunday morning , you would find about eighty-seven automobile owners out in the back yard over , under , or wrapped around their machines . In the city you can only tell a car owner these days by his silk socks ; but in the country town the grimy hand is still the badge of the order . The automobile owner does his own work , like his wife , and on Sunday morning , instead of hustling for the golf links , he inserts himself into his overalls and spends a couple of hours trying to persuade the carbureter to use more air and less gasoline . The interest our automobile owners take in the internals of their cars is intense .