Cab

Dad looked up to catch sight of the man in the crane’s cab. He knew that DEVILISH smirk anywhere. It was Fingers.

Captain went out in the cab all the morning. Harry came in after school to feed me and give me water. In the afternoon I was put into the cab. Jerry took as much pains to see if the collar and bridle fitted comfortably, as if he had been John Manly over again. When the crupper was let out a hole or two, it all fitted well. There was no bearing rein—no curb—nothing but a plain ring snaffle. What a blessing that was!

“There will soon be very few hansom cabs left,” said Mrs. Elliot. “And four-wheeled cabs—I assure you even at Oxford it’s almost impossible to get a four-wheeled cab.”

to take a cab

And I'm phoning a cab / 'Cause my stomach feels small / There's a taste in my mouth / And it's no taste at all

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near / The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror / If anything, I could say that this cab was rare / But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo home to Bel-Air!"

“I like the system as a cab driver,” he said. “I’m used to it. I like to just pick up a person. Tell me where you’re going, I’ll know where I’m going. It’s easier for me.”

[…] in the famine of Samaria […] the fourth part of a cab of pigeon's dung was sold for five pieces of silver […]

“So you're drinking some Cabs then, right?” she asked. ¶ I told her that indeed I was. […] Cabernet Sauvignon grows just about anywhere; nearly every wine-growing country has its Cab.