But their journey came to an end at last.
Straggling houses appeared, houses with little gardens and truck patches about them.

Then came a factory building with row on row of staring windows just catching the first faint glow of the sun.

Then they crossed a railroad and plunged into the town.
But it was a silent, empty town, for this was Sunday morning, and their steps on the brick sidewalk echoed lonesomely.

The awful thought that perhaps there would be no eating-place open assailed them and drew a groan of dismay from Amy.

"Still," he declared, "if the worst comes to the worst, we can break a window and get taken to jail.