They
spread one blanket on the grass at the other side of the road and sat
down to begin their long vigil. Romeo planned to go home to breakfast at
sunrise and bring Juliet some of the mush and milk left from supper.
Then, while she continued to watch the machine, he would go into town
and make arrangements for its removal.
"Is there room in our barn for both cars?" she asked.
"No. Ours will have to come out."
Juliet shuddered. "I never want to see it again."
"Neither do I."
"Can we sell it?"
"We ought not to sell it unless we gave him the money. We shouldn't have
it ourselves."
"Then," suggested Juliet, "why don't we give it away and give him just
as much as it cost, including our suits and the dogs' collars and
everything?"
"We have no right to give away a man-killer. 'The Yellow Peril' is
cursed."
"Let's sacrifice it," she cried. "Let's make a funeral pyre in the yard
and burn it, and our suits and the dogs' collars and everything. Let's
burn everything we've got that we care for!"
"All right," agreed Romeo, uplifted by the zeal of the true martyr.
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