to sleep again.

When gray morning dawned, she did not know which was worse-the
sleepiness or the hunger. The angry man demanded over and over,
"When we stop for breakfast?"

They didn't stop.

Grandma had canned milk and boiled water along, and with all the
Beechams working together, they got the baby's bottles filled.
Poor Sally couldn't understand the cold milk, but she was so
hungry she finally drank it, staring reproachfully at her bottle.

Not till he had engine trouble did the driver halt. Fortunately
the garage where he stopped had candy and pop for sale. Grandpa
had his family choose each a chocolate bar and a bottle. He
wanted to get more, for fear they would not stop for the noon
meal, but in five minutes all the supplies were sold.

Rose-Ellen tried to make her chocolate almond bar last; she
chewed every bite till it slid down her throat; and then, alas,
she was so sick that it didn't stay down.

Grandpa and Daddy talked with others about making the driver give
them rest and food; but there was nothing they could do: the
padrone, back in Philadelphia, already had their money for the
trip.

The children walked about while they waited. It was not cold,
but the dampness chilled them. It was queer country, the highway