||the time. I hope and pray it'll all work out." "We'11 get along," he said. "Kow you get busy and start puttin1 things in these boxes I brought home. I'm going to the service station to get some gasoline in the oar, put air in the tires, wator in the radiator and check out the battery. Vftiile I'c there, I'll pick up a tire patch kit. Those tires are smooth as a buffalo nickel." He was gone. She looked around the little apart-, merit and became melancholy thinking about the uncertainty of their future. She moved as if in a dream, '/here should she begin? Perhaps it was all Just an illusion. She uould blink her eyes and it would all puff away just like blowing out a kerosene lamp. She checked to see if her baby daughter was still sleeping. How peaceful, she dosed with one tiny hand clutching the folds of her little dress where it softly rippled out from the hand-snocked bodice. Erma stood for a aonent at the crib, admiring little Annette. The infant's nouth twitched subconsciously, then soiled, ima ti^-toed away and began filling the bo-es. Hext morning they were up extra early. Sleep had been sporadic. Anxious anticipation kept them from the relaxation of deep slunber* Hel teetered, balancing himself on the running board of the 1?2R Model A Pord. While juggling the baby crib frame, he yelled to his wife, "Come and give me a hand." "Hold your horses. I'm cosing," she answered. "Throw me that rope and hang onto the nattress before it falls off." The large items that wouldn't fit inside the car, the bed frame, mattress, springs, baby crib and its nattress and spring, were being tied on top of the roof.