“N—no, I suppose not.”
“A bag of sand is good enough, only there’s no life to a bag of sand. I like to have a pair of eyes looking at me. A girl’s the best thing really, only they don’t fit into a race. I can pick out any fellow I want. Some like more weight than others; it’s just a matter of choice, there’s no rule. I thought of having Pee-wee for my mascot; he yells and creates a breeze and that’s good, you know.”
“Did you promise him.”
“Oh no, it’s early yet.”
A pause followed. Billy seemed to wrestle with himself. Then he spoke.
“Would you be willing to let me do that?”
“Sure—guess so. Only maybe the kid would be disappointed.”
“If you will, I’d like to.”
“It’s only the kid—” Bennett mused doubtfully.
“I asked you first, didn’t I?”