"You reckon he will?" Grandpa demanded.

"He better!" said Mrs. King.

"Even fifteen dollars won't leave us scarcely enough to eat on,"
Grandpa muttered.

"But we've got to get to a place where there's work," Daddy
reminded him.

They went to see the car, and found it a big, strong old Reo,
with fairly good tires. So they bought it.

Grandma had one piece of jewelry left, besides her wide gold
wedding ring--a cameo brooch. She traded it for a nanny goat.
On the ever useful dump the men found a wrecked trailer and they
mended it so that it would hold the goat, which the children
named Carrie. Later, Grandma thought, they might get some laying
hens, too.

Two days after the Big Storm, they set out for the Texas
cottonfields. Mrs. King stuck a big box of lunch into the car,
and an old tent which she said she couldn't use.

"I hope I'll be forgiven for never paying heed to fruit
tramps--fruit workers--before," she said soberly. "From now on I
aim to. Though I shan't find none like you-all, with a Seth
Thomas clock and suchlike."