Connie’s eyes were sullen. “If I’d of knowed it would be like this I wouldn’ of came. I’d a studied nights ’bout tractors back home an’ got me a three-dollar job. Fella can live awful nice on three dollars a day, an’ go to the pitcher show ever’ night, too.’’ Rose of Sharon looked apprehensive. “You’re gonna study nights ’bout radios,’’ she said. He was long in answering. “Ain’t you?’’ she demanded.
