The Land  of Automotive Wonders

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           "Our gasoline's gone to hell!" shouted Mister Adams in delight and horror.
           We drove on for a little while, listening to the motor run and trying to figure out how we'd find a place to stay the night when the gasoline finally ran out and the car stopped.
           And here what had to happen in America, the land of automotive wonders, happened. A gas station appeared, a little station with just one gas pump. But we sure were happy to see it! Service started up again! Life started up again! A sleepy man mumbling "yes, ma'am" and "no, ma'am" filled up our tank. Having driven about twenty miles, we noticed that he'd forgotten to screw in the gas cap. We drove all the way to the city of Fresno without a gas cap, afraid to throw our cigarette butts out the window since we'd decided that the uncovered gasoline might catch fire and then our car would "go to hell," and, of course, we would go right along to hell with it.

Chapter Thirty: Mrs. Adams's Record.