"When we stop to sleep, hah? I ask
you, when we stop to sleep?"
They didn't stop at all.
Rose-Ellen was forever wishing she could wake up enough to pull
up the extra quilt which always used to be neatly rolled at the
foot of her bed. Once, through uneasy dreams, she felt Daddy
shaking her gently, and while she tried to pull away and back
into sleep, Grandpa's determinedly cheerful voice said, "Always
did want to see Washington, D. C., and here we are. Look quick
and you'll see the United States Capitol."
From the rumbling truck, Rose-Ellen and Dick focused
sleep-blurred eyes with a mighty effort and saw the great dome
and spreading wings, flooded with light.
"Puts me in mind of a mother eagle brooding her young," Grandpa
muttered.
"Land of love, enough sight of them eaglets is out from under her
wings, finding slim pickin's," Grandma snapped.
"Looks like white wax candles." Rose-Ellen yawned widely and went
to sleep again.
When gray morning dawned, she did not know which was worse-the
sleepiness or the hunger. The angry man demanded over and over,
"When we stop for breakfast?"
They didn't stop.
Grandma had canned milk and boiled water along, and with all the
Beechams working together, they got the baby's bottles filled.
Poor Sally couldn't understand the cold milk, but she was so
hungry she finally drank it, staring reproachfully at her bottle.
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