“I will not! And if you try to take them I’ll report the whole business to Lieutenant Hauser.”
“Reckon I’ll be moving on,” said the farmer uneasily, looking at both of them as if he thought they had just escaped from an asylum. He chugged his motor into action, but before he rolled off he glanced at them compassionately and said, “Y’all better be good now and go back to the ’sylum, so Doc can take care o’ you.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
LETTERS
As the farmer’s truck rolled away Tini glared at Nancy. She stomped her G.I. shoes on the pavement and burst forth, “How dare you? Hand me my letters!”
Laughing suddenly Nancy handed them to her. “He thought we had escaped from the asylum across the hill,” she chuckled.
“You look like a lunatic!”
“And you act like one!”
Tini turned and stalked back into the pine thicket. Nancy took off her be-decked helmet, mopped her hot face with her sleeve and followed.
She finally overtook Tini and asked, “Why did you do that, Tini?”