then finally you says, kind of irritated, "Well, what can we get?"
"Say," she says, "don't get fresh! You can have a small steak or you can have ham and eggs—only I think the eggs is all out."
God! I've always held and maintained that America is the one and only nation that knows how to provide elegant chow, but even a patriot like me, sometimes I feel that we got this said elegant chow every place in the country except three: cities, towns, and farmhouses.
So you carry along a little stove.
And then you ought to have a windshield spotlight, and a spade, and—
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Well, the first day, what with one thing and another and packing, we didn't get off till noon,
