bath. But, Lord, what a nuisance, drawing the water and everything.
There was a far-away growl of thunder. Now they'd have rain. Maybe that would cool it off some. Her mother had always said that rain made it hotter. She would say something different from what everybody else said. Lillian wondered what the old lady would be doing tonight. Probably roasting like everybody else. Oh, well, the summer was a beautiful time if you could spend it like the rich people do. Just lying around all day in the sand at Long Beach.
There was a mosquito on the ceiling. He would fly around her head after the light was out and she was trying to sleep. Life was just chuckful of things like that. Hubert was blowing his nose now. Maybe they had something in the house that was good for a cold. What was good for a cold? A handkerchief. Gee, she'd made a joke. She thought of telling it to Hubert but decided it wasn't quite funny enough to justify the exertion.
Somebody's radio was blaring frightfully. Evidently somebody was in the mood for that sort of thing. God, how could they be on a night like this? The ice wouldn't last till morning and the butter would be all soft and nasty at breakfast.
Hubert thought his thoughts. Here he was sick and broke. Things couldn't go on this way. Only a fool let himself get so broke that he was in actual want. There was no use stalling around any longer. He'd have to pull himself together and stop chasing after fellows to
