"Shall we forgive them?" Carolyn June asked the widow.
"Perhaps, this time—their first offense!"
"I'll tell you," Carolyn June said, "well suspend sentence pending good behavior!"
Skinny leaned close to Old Heck.
"Stop a minute at the Golden Rule," he whispered; "I want to do some personal trading."
"If it ain't important," Old Heck answered, "we oughtn't to take the time. What do you want to buy?"
"I want to get me a white shirt—"
"Gosh," Old Heck exclaimed, "that bad already! What'll he be in week?"
"Did you speak, Uncle Josiah?" Carolyn asked.
"Huh—no, I—Skinny just thought I was going to hit a rock!" he answered, and giving the engine more gas, he headed the car, at a thirty-mile clip, toward the east and the Quarter Circle KT.