* * * * * Just after midnight, they went to bed. "I've been ..." Lois began and then stopped. "I don't know. Jumpy. The market was up again today. Another all-time high. Do you think there'll be another Crash? Like 'way back in 1929." She could feel him lying tense beside her in the darkness. "No," he said slowly, "I don't think so. I don't think there'll be a Crash." In spite of the warmth of the room, she could not suppress an involuntary shudder whose cause was nameless. Suddenly, she did not want to ask any more questions. The wind was rattling the windows. * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's New Apples in the Garden, by Kris Ottman Neville