“I—I bet I sold as many as a hundred hats doing that,” he said.
I said, “Good night, was that a part of the ad? You look more like an ad for bathing suits than for hats.”
He climbed back into his place pulling the wet grass from his face and clothes.
“That’s the time you weren’t on top,” I said. “I hope Mr. Wild Bull didn’t see you.”
“Here comes a man across the field,” Dorry said.
I looked around behind me and saw a man with a great big straw hat and a shirt like a checker-board coming across the field. It seemed as if he was all shirt and hat and suspenders.
“I think there’s going to be something doing,” Westy said. “I can feel it in the air.”
“Thank goodness, we’re on top,” I said.