14/52 You'd much better lie down and take your medicine. I'd play you a game o' dominoes, but it's Sunday." "I'll 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. |