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Show Jit on the iron seat with nothing to hold on to except the reins, the rake tines tripping and falling, tripping and falling. When the horses headed for a dry ditch I thought they would have enough sense to stop but they plunged right in, both of them falling down and threshing around in their harness. Their impetus had carried them across the ditch, and when the rake/fcLt it I bounced off, landing somehow underneath the tines. I could see myself being rolled up like a bundle of cut hay. But when the horses struggled back to their feet, one or both of them stepped on the tongue, broke it, and so when they took off again, they were carrying the tongue between them and dragging the doubletree , leaving me and the rake in the ditch. Weeping, I crawled out and went to find my hat, then headed for the house where the horses had gone. They were too dumb to go anywhere else, and so Dad was waiting for me, upset about the broken rake. I couldn't stop them, I said, and he said, Why didn't you turn them in a circle till and l e t them run wntri they got t i r e d ? I was too dumb to say because I didn't A/t /•*«*/ know that trick, and I felt lousy. I**** that day in Chicago too. Then felta telephoned and it was as if the sun could shine into that basement. Did I want to go out to eat lunch somewhere, a sandwich or something? Did if We ate redhots and laughed about poor Ben and poor Amelia, hypocrites and compromisers reaping what they had sown, and afterwards went back to our apartment, SJHM^v^aWtea^.piaca., to wait for the betjfrothed couple to return. We had a light supper and with our coffee a fresh yeast coffee cake which ftLtev had made that morning, and we sat and ate and drank and laughed together. The day before while we were escaping the Rubins by car, she had remembered just in time to run down and get my name off the mailbox. She hadn't had time to change the card and so she had inked my name out. I had felt inked out, but now I felt restored. About 9:30 Ben and Amelia came in with a crash, Amelia in tears going straight to the bedroom and closing the door with a bang. Ben's beard stubble looked grim. |
