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Now tomorrow I think -- '' It was Claire 's first bad day since the hole in the mud . She had started gallantly , scooting along the level road that flies straight west of Fargo . But at noon she encountered a restaurant which made eating seem an evil . That they might have fair fame among motorists the commercial club of Reaper had set at the edge of town a sign `` Welcome to Reaper , a Live Town -- Speed Limit 8 Miles perhr . '' Being interpreted , that sign meant that if you went much over twenty miles an hour on the main street , people might glance at you ; and that the real welcome , the only impression of Reaper that tourists were likely to carry away , was the welcome in the one restaurant . It was called the Eats Garden .