4/51 And I'll be back from there tonight, if the Lord's willin' and the cars don't get off the track. Give me a round trip ticket, will you, Sol ?" The depot master retired to the office, returning with the desired ticket. Captain Hiram counted out the price from a confused mass of coppers and silver, emptied into his hand from a blackened leather purse, tied with a string. "Pretty smart, I hope." "Yup, she's smart. Has to be to keep up with the rest of the family--'specially the youngest." He chuckled. |