"Of course not," she agreed, but with evident disappointment. "You can get them next trip—but I don't know what we're going to do without sugar and coffee."
Tom brightened a little.
"I think Waco and I've got enough of both to hold you till I can bring your supplies."
"We sure have, Eudora. If that's all that's eatin' you, take it easy."
Waco was quick to come to his partner's side in the difficulty, leaving explanations to their proper time and place.
"You'll have to lend us a cup or two, then. But what on earth were you thinkin' of Tom, to forget them that way?"
"I was figuring on prospective profits, I expect—building air castles, you know."
"Bone mansions," said Waco, stretching his big red grin all over his face.
Mrs. Ellison came out before Tom could drive on to unhitch. She inquired about the trip, of which Tom gave a glowing account, although brief.
"But he forgot the groceries!" Eudora said with tragic accusation.
Mrs. Ellison looked at him in speechless vexation, Tom's face growing so hot and red it hurt to have it around.
"Well, Tom Simpson! You sure are a bright one!" she said.
"Ain't I?" said he, miserably abject.
"Comin' off and forgettin' them groceries, when I told you we was nearly out of soda, and sugar, and coffee, and
