Her old Reos. They had learned a great deal about the car in these
months, and they soon had it on the road again. "Give you long enough,"
said Grandma, "and you'll cobble new soles on its tires and patch its
innards. Looks like it's held together with hairpins now." Daddy drove
with one ear cocked for trouble, and when anyone spoke to him he said,
"Shh! Sounds like her pistons--or maybe it's her vacuum. Anyway, as soon
as there's a good stopping place, we'll. . . ." But it was the tires
that gave out first. Bang! Daddy's muscles bulged as he held the
lurching car steady. One of the back tires was blown to bits. "Now can
we eat?" Dick demanded. Daddy shook his head as he jumped out to jack up
the car. "Got to keep moving. This is our last spare, and there isn't a
single tire we can count on." Sure enough, they hadn't gone far before
the familiar bumping stopped them. That last spare was flat. "Now,"
Daddy said grimly, "you may as well get lunch while I see whether I can
patch this again." Grandma had been sitting silent, her hand twisted in
Sally's little skirt to keep her from climbing over the edge. "Well,"
she said, "you better eat before your hands get any blacker. Dick, you
haul that shoe-box from under the seat. Rose-Ellen, fetch the crackers
from the trailer. Sally, do sit still one minute." "Crackers?" asked
Rose-Ellen, when she had scrambled back. "I don't see a one, Gramma."
"Land's sakes, child, use your eyes for once!" Rose-Ellen rummaged in
the part that was partitioned off from Carrie. "I don't see any
groceries, Gramma." Grandpa came back to h