Three Speeds Forward/Chapter 8
VIII
THREE YEARS AFTERWARDS
VIII
THREE YEARS AFTERWARDS
O you know what he had done—I mean, besides paying Albert a hundred dollars for those cramps? Substituted another screw top to the gasoline tank, with a watch-spring attachment that was timed to close the air aperture at the end of forty minutes! And then, under the cover of the darkness, he gives us back the original nicely plugged with dirt. You couldn't get ahead of a man like that, could you? When he really proposed, I saw there was no good putting up a fight—what was the use?—so I took him. Guess I had to, just to save trouble.
Glad I did it, now.
There have to be a few happy couples, you know, just to balance up.
Oh, yes, I'm crazy to have you meet my husband! Come along, I guess we'll find him in the front part of the ship, exercising Olaff. That's his job, you know, while it's mine to run the baby. Yes, that's my little cherub over there, kicking the old gentleman. That's papa's end of it, you know. In this family everybody works but mamma.
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