"It's the best time of year," Nick said.
"Wouldn't it be hell to be in town?" Bill said.
"I'd like to see the World Series," Nick said.
"Well, they're always in New York or Philadelphia now," Bill said. "That doesn't do us any good."
"I wonder if the Cards will ever win a pennant?"
"Not in our lifetime," Bill said.
"Gee, they'd go crazy," Nick said.
"Do you remember when they got going that once before they had the train wreck?"
"Boy!" Nick said, remembering.
Bill reached over to the table under the window for the book that lay there, face down, where he had put it when he went to the door. He held his glass in one hand and the book in the other, leaning back against Nick's chair.
"What are you reading?"
"'Richard Feverel.'"
"I couldn't get into it."
"It's all right," Bill said. "It ain't a bad book, Wemedge."
"What else have you got I haven't read?" Nick asked.
"Did you read the 'Forest Lovers'?"
"Yup. That's the one where they go to bed
