“That’d be a dollar-ninety. We could live a long time on a dollar-ninety.”
“Where’d we go?” I asked.
“West, I guess. Everybody goes west. Nap Taro went west and come back rich. Maybe down the future years, if we could come back rich, they’d forgive us.”
“But how’d we get there? It costs more’n a dollar-ninety to get west. And we gotta eat in the meantime.”
“We’d have to hop freight trains like the tramps. It’s a cinch we gotta get outa here or the police’ll catch us.”
“Oh, dear, I wisht we hadn’t done it!” I groaned.
“So do I,” lamented Nathan feverishly. “But it’s done now and can’t be undone.”
“That’s right. I don’t know as I ever heard of anybody unkissing a girl. And we won’t be able to grow up and marry Elinore and Bernie at all——”
“Maybe if we wrote a letter to ’em after we got west, they’d wait for us. Women do that sort of thing sometimes—till death.”
“But they’re probably mad at us by now.”