"Better take your shoes off," Bill said.
"I haven't got any socks on."
"Take them off and dry them and I'll get you some," Bill said. He went upstairs into the loft and Nick heard him walking about overhead. Upstairs was open under the roof and was where Bill and his father and he, Nick, sometimes slept. In back was a dressing room. They moved the cots back out of the rain and covered them with rubber blankets.
Bill came down with a pair of heavy wool socks.
"It's getting too late to go around without socks," he said.
"I hate to start them again," Nick said. He pulled the socks on and slumped back in the chair, putting his feet up on the screen in front of the fire.
"You'll dent in the screen," Bill said. Nick swung his feet over to the side of the fireplace.
"Got anything to read?" he asked.
"Only the paper."
"What did the Cards do?"
"Dropped a double header to the Giants."
"That ought to cinch it for them."
"It's a gift," Bill said. "As long as McGraw can buy every good ball player in the league there's nothing to it."
"He can't buy them all," Nick said.
