“Sam Pardee, you don’t mean — — ”

“Oklahoma. That’s what I meant by oil. It’s oozing with it.”

Real terror leaped into Milly Pardee’s eyes. “Not Oklahoma. Sam, I couldn’t stand — — ” Suddenly she stiffened with resolve. Maxine’s report card had boasted three stars that week. Oklahoma! Why, there probably were no schools at all in Oklahoma. “I won’t bring my child up in Oklahoma. Indians, that’s what! Scalped in our beds.”

Above Sam Pardee’s roar sounded Maxine’s excited treble. “Oo, Oklahoma! I’d love it.”

Her mother turned on her, almost fiercely. “You wouldn’t.”