van looked around and saw what appeared to him like a ragamuffin in tattered clothes. He looked closer, recognized Speedy and stopped the van.
"Say, you been in a fight?" he asked. The two other men on the seat beside him looked at Speedy curiously and then began to kid him.
"Never mind that," interrupted Harold. "Give us a lift into town, will you?"
"Sure. Jump in the back."
Harold opened the huge doors of the van and helped Jane up. He followed.
"All set!" he shouted to the driver. And they were off.
It was comfortably warm inside the cavernous depths of the van. There was enough light to see that the only furniture they were carrying was a living-room suite. Speedy pulled down a couple of chairs from the heap they were piled in and Jane and he sat in them. Both of them were pretty tired. They congratulated each other on their luck. Practical Jane produced some pins and started to try and make repairs in Speedy's garments. He could scent the sweet perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. He liked Jane very much. More than ever before at that moment, alone in their cosy retreat.
The temporary repairs made as best they could, restless Speedy arose and looked around. The van contained a mahogany table and a reading lamp. A whimsical thought struck Speedy. He moved the pieces of furniture around until the interior of the van resembled a cosy little living room. To complete the picture, Speedy reached up on some
