“Now don’t lose a minute, Momsey, for the time is short and the Series begins next week. You’ll have to do some tall hustling. Wire me what train you’ll take, and I’ll be there with bells on to meet you and take you to the hotel.
“Am feeling fine. Best love to Dad and Sis and lots for yourself from
“Your loving son,
“Joe.”
There was silence in the room for a moment after Clara finished reading. They looked at each other with hearts beating fast and eyes shining.
“New York, Boston, the World Series!” Clara gasped in delight. “Pinch me, Dad, to see if I’m dreaming! Oh, Momsey!” she exclaimed as she danced around the room, “Joe put it just right. It’s going to be a ‘ga-lorious spree!’”
[CHAPTER VIII]
RECKLESS DRIVING
In New York, the preparation for the World Series was rapidly taking form. Little else was thought or spoken of. Pictures of the teams and players usurped the front pages of the newspapers, crowding all other news into the background. For the time being the ballplayer was king.