Polly was stubborn and silent, but she went down the stairs with them
uncomplainingly.
They found the three in the ground-floor cloakroom where coffee had
been dispensed through the day. Mickey Groff was the gray-looking one.
Sharon and Artie Chesbro seemed to have tapped some source of strength
and wakefulness not given to ordinary humans.
Mrs. Goudeket announced flatly, "I've got a car, to go to my place,
Goudeket's Green Acres. I think it is a good idea if you all come with
me. Here is finished; they have the army now, and plenty of doctors,
National Guard, everything. Why should we be a burden? I have plenty of
room for--"
She hesitated; the words didn't want to come out. She glowered at them:
Big, solid Groff; big, sly Chesbro; soiled, amused-by-it-all Sharon
Froman. _Yenta_, she thought scathingly. Dirty, low female--but still
she needs help. As I may need help some day. As from the Mountain we
were told to give help.