I'd play you a game of dominoes, but it's Sunday." "I'll be good.

Oh, I will be good.

Only--taking off my bonnet makes me feel as if we'd never get there." "Try to sleep a little, Mama, and we'll be in Chicago before you know." "But it's Boston, Father.

Tell them to hurry." The six-foot drivers were hammering their way to San Bernardino and the Mohave wastes, but this was no grade for speed.

That would come later.
The heat of the desert followed the heat of the hills as they turned east to the Needles and the Colorado River.