16/22 She had her arms clasped around a large paper sack full of lumpy things, and her eyes had a strained, anxious look. They say we can't show in this town. The license for road shows is fifty dollars, to begin with, and I've been all over and can't find a single place where we could show, even if we could pay the license. Ain't that the last word in hard luck? We've just got to have the old car tinkered up so it'll carry us on to the next place, wherever that is. |