to tan him, if he keeps on lighting out every night. That gang
set fire to a hop rack last week. They'll be getting into real
trouble."

"Dick thinks he's a man, now he's earning his share of the
living," Grandpa reminded them. "When I was his age I had chores
to keep me busy, and when you were his age you had gym, and the Y
swimming pool. Here there's nothing for the kids in the evening
except mischief."

"Well, then," Grandma suggested, "why don't we pull up stakes and
leave?"

"They don't like you to leave till harvest's over," Daddy said.
"But it would be great to get into apples in Washington, for
instance. We'll have to get the boss to cash our pay tickets
first."

There came the trouble. The tickets would be cashed when harvest
was done, not before. Grandma sagged when she heard. "I ain't
sick," she said, "but I'm played out. If we could get where it
was cooler and cleaner. . . ."

"Well, we haven't such a lot of pay checks left." Grandpa looked
at her anxiously. "Looks like, with prices at the company store
so high, if we stayed another month we'd owe them instead of
them owing us. We might cash our tickets in groceries and hop
along."

"Hop along is right," agreed Daddy. "Those tires were a poor buy.