"You can't tell," Bill said. "Everything's got its compensations."
"He says he's missed a lot himself," Nick confessed.
"Well, dad's had a tough time," Bill said.
"It all evens up," Nick said.
They sat looking into the fire and thinking of this profound truth.
"I'll get a chunk from the back porch," Nick said. He had noticed while looking into the fire that the fire was dying down. Also he wished to show he could hold his liquor and be practical. Even if his father had never touched a drop Bill was not going to get him drunk before he himself was drunk.
"Bring one of the big beech chunks," Bill said. He was also being consciously practical.
Nick came in with the log through the kitchen and in passing knocked a pan off the kitchen table. He laid the log down and picked up the pan. It had contained dried apricots, soaking in water. He carefully picked up all the apricots off the floor, some of them had gone under the stove, and put them back in the pan. He dipped some more water onto them from the pail by the table. He felt quite proud of himself. He had been thoroughly practical.
He came in carrying the log and Bill got up
