Seethathouseuponthehillthere?Lessusstopasomewater.’

    erwait.Wellwatergivesyoutyphoid.’

    Ialreadyhadtyphoid.Ihadpneumoniaandabrokenlegandaiedfoot.’

    Iremember.’

    Yeah,Micksaid.MeandBillstayedinthefrontroomwheyphoidfeveraeWellswouldrunpastonthesidewalkholdinghisnoseandlookingupatthewindow.Billwasveryembarrassed.AllmyhaircameoutsoIwasbald-headed.’

    Ibetwereatleasttenmilesfromtown.Wevebeenridinganhourandahalf—fastriding,too.’

    Isureamthirsty,Micksaid.Andhungry.Whatyougotinthatsackforlunch?’

    Coldliverpuddingandchisaladsandwichesandpie.’

    Thatsagoodpiier.Shewasashamedofwhatshehadbrought.Igottwohard-boiledeggs—alreadystuffed—withseparatelittlepackagesofsaltandpepper.Andsandwiches—blackberryjellywithbutter.Everythingedinoilpaper.

    Andpapernapkins.’

    Ididntintendforyoutanything,Harrysaid.*MyMotherfixedlunchforbothofus.Iaskedyououthereandall.Welletoastoresoonacolddrinks.’

    Theyrodehalfanherbeforetheyfinallycametothefilling-stationstore.Harryproppedupthebicyclesainaheadofhim.Afterthebrightglarethestoreseemeddark.Theshelveswerestackedwithslabsofwhitemeat,sofoil,andsaeal.Fliesbuzzed,stickyjarof

    loosedyontheter.

    ?Whatkindofdrinksyougot?Harryasked.

    Thestoremanstartedtohemover.Mickopeheiceboxandlookedinside.Herhagoodinthecoldwater.

    IwantachocolateNehi.Yougotanyofthem?’

    Ditto,Harrysaid.Makeittwo.’

    No,waitaminute.Heressomeice-coldbeer.IwantabottleofbeerifyoutreatashighasthatHarryord