"Honest," I says, "do you want me to help in a prosperity celebration
_this_ Summer?"
"Sure," he says, "women are in on it."
"Luke," I says. "I dunno how you'll feel about that when you come to
think it over. But I feel--"
Bennie, fussing round on the side-walk, came over, tugging a chunk of
wood. I thought at first he was carrying a brick.