MUSKERRY I wish you luck, Christy. (He shakes hands with the boy, and sits down on a chair) I was dreaming on new things all last night. New shirts, new sheets, everything new.
CHRISTY
I want to be something.
MUSKERRY
What do you want to be?
CHRISTY
A writer.
MUSKERRY
A writer of books, is it?
CHRISTY
Yes, a writer of books.
MUSKERRY
Listen, now, and tell me do you hear anything. That's the
sound of bees swarming at the window. That's a good augury for you,
Christy.
CHRISTY
All life's before me.
MUSKERRY
Will you give heed to what I tell you?
CHRISTY
I'll give heed to it, Mr. Muskerry.