But it was a silent, empty town, for this was Sunday morning, and their
steps on the brick sidewalk echoed lonesomely
But it was a silent, empty town, for this was Sunday morning, and their
steps on the brick sidewalk echoed lonesomely. The awful thought that
perhaps there would be no eating-place open assailed them and drew a
groan of dismay from Amy. “Still,” he declared, “if the worst comes to
the worst, we can break a window and get taken to jail. They feed you in
jail, don’t they?” he added wistfully.