98/269 She's all changed since that taste of the country, and I figure she won't get on her feet again without a big yank up. She keeps on saying to herself, like a sort of song, 'Oh, Gawd, for a sight of the trees,' and I've known girls end it quick when they get that way." Martin got up. "Where do you keep your pen and ink ?" he asked. There certainly was something to do. |