He laughed. “It’d be a cinch. I’ll bet you anything you want she doesn’t eat that second candy bar.”
I folded the newspaper. “She paid a nickel for it, didn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Then she’ll eat it.”
Chapter Two
The plane dipped down over the desert, skimmed low over a dazzling white surface spotted with clumps of sage and greasewood. The shadow cast by the big ship seemed inky black as it scudded along over the ground below. Then the wheels touched the ground. The plane settled, and taxied up to where attendants were waiting.
“This is it,” I said to Bertha.
The man who was seated next to me said, with some surprise, “Are you getting off here?”
“Yes.”
“So am I.”