“I certainly do,” she says. “About two hundred dollars’ worth. But I got one hundred and fifty dollars o’ my own.”
“All right,” I says. “I’ll stand for the other fifty and then we’re all set.”
“No, we’re not,” she says. “That just fixes me. But I want you to look as good as I do.”
“Nature’ll see to that,” I says.
But they was no arguin’ with her. Our trip, she says, was an investment; it was goin’ to get us in right with people worth w’ile. And we wouldn’t have a chance in the world unless we looked the part.
So before the tenth come round, we was long two new evenin’ gowns, two female sport suits, four or five pairs o’ shoes, all colors, one Tuxedo dinner coat, three dress shirts, half a dozen other kinds o’ shirts, two pairs o’ transparent white trousers, one new business suit and Lord knows how much underwear and how many hats and stockin’s. And I had till the fifteenth o’ March to pay off the mortgage on the old homestead.
Just as we was gettin’ ready to leave for the train the phone rung. It was Mrs. Hatch and she wanted us to come over for a little rummy. I was shavin’ and the Missus done the talkin’.
“What did you tell her?” I ast.
“I told her we was goin’ away,” says the Wife.
“I bet you forgot to mention where we was goin’,” I says.
“Pay me,” says she.
II
I thought we was in Venice when we woke up next mornin’, but the porter says it was just Cairo, Illinois. The river’d went crazy and I bet they wasn’t a room without a bath in that old burg.
As we set down in the diner for breakfast the train was goin’ acrost the longest bridge I ever seen, and it looked like we was so near the water that you could reach right out and grab a handful. The Wife was a little wabbly.
“I wonder if it’s really safe,” she says.
“If the bridge stays up we’re all right,” says I.
“But the question is, Will it stay up?” she says.
“I wouldn’t bet a nickel either way on a bridge,” I says. “They’re treacherous little devils. They’d cross you as quick as they’d cross this river.”
“The trainmen must be nervous,” she says. “Just see how we’re draggin’ along.”
“They’re givin’ the fish a chance to get offen the track,” I says. “It’s against the law to spear fish with a cowcatcher this time o’ year.”
Well, the Wife was so nervous she couldn’t eat nothin’ but toast and coffee, so I figured I was justified in goin’ to the prunes and steak and eggs.
After breakfast we went out in what they call the sun parlor. It was a glassed-in room on the tail-end o’ the rear coach and it must of been a pleasant place to set and watch the scenery. But they was a gang o’ missionaries or somethin’ had all the seats and they never budged out o’ them all day. Every time they’d come to a crossroads they’d toss a stack o’ Bible studies out o’ the back window for the southern heathen to pick up and read. I suppose they thought they was doin’ a lot o’ good for their fellow men, but their fellow passengers meanw’ile was gettin’ the worst of it.
Speakin’ o’ the scenery, it certainly was somethin’ grand. First we’d pass a few pine trees with fuzz on ’em and then a couple o’ acres o’ yellow mud. Then they’d be more pine trees and more fuzz and then more yellow mud. And after a w’ile we’d come to some pine trees with fuzz on ’em and then, if we watched close, we’d see some yellow mud.
Every few minutes the train’d stop and then start up again on low. That meant the engineer suspected he was comin’ to a station and was scared that if he run too fast he wouldn’t see it, and if he run past it without stoppin’ the inhabitants wouldn’t never forgive him. You see, they’s a regular schedule o’ duties that’s followed out by the more prominent citizens down those parts. After their wife’s attended to the chores and got the breakfast they roll out o’ bed and put on their overalls and eat. Then they get on their horse or mule or cow or dog and ride down to the station and wait for the next train. When it comes they have a contest to see which can count the passengers first. The losers has to promise to work one day the followin’ month. If one fella loses three times in the same month he generally always kills himself.
All the towns has got five or six private residences and seven or eight two-apartment buildin’s and a grocery and a post-office. They told me that somebody in one o’ them burgs, I forget which one, got a letter the day before we come through. It was misdirected, I guess.
The two-apartment buildin’s is constructed on the ground floor, with a porch to divide one flat from the other. One’s the housekeepin’ side and the other’s just a place for the husband and father to lay round in so’s they won’t be disturbed by watchin’ the women work.
It was a blessin’ to them boys when their states went dry. Just think what a strain it must of been to keep liftin’ glasses and huntin’ in their overalls for a dime!
In the afternoon the Missus went into our apartment and took a nap and I moseyed into the readin’ room and looked over some o’ the comical magazines. They was a fat guy come in and set next to me. I’d heard him, in at lunch, tellin’ the dinin’-car conductor what Wilson should of done, so I wasn’t su’prised when he opened up on me.
“Tiresome trip,” he says.
I didn’t think it was worth w’ile arguin’ with him.
“Must of been a lot o’ rain through here,” he
