Maybe one of you chaps had better run back and tell them to send the phaeton.
"The Crimson Sweater"
Ralph Henry Barbour
The gentleman who drove the phaeton that was bowling along the frosty road must have thought so too, for he cracked his whip so smartly that it sounded loud in the silent landscape, startling the cob to a more hurried remembrance of his snug stable.
"The Rainbow Book Tales of Fun & Fancy"
Mabel Henriette Spielmann
The phaeton had probably been dashed against a wall, for the left side was smashed to bits, the shaft was broken, one of the wheels had been left somewhere on the road, and the reins were dragging on the ground between the two horses.
"St. Peter's Umbrella"
Kálmán Mikszáth