“Don’t come back at all if you don’t want to, the pleasure is ours,” I said.
“We’ll hear the whistle,” Sandy said.
“Go ahead,” I told him.
Sandy’s a nice fellow, he’ll even drink sodas to help a friend. He’s always doing good turns. Just as he and Pee-wee went away I noticed Will wasn’t around anywhere. Then I saw him way up at the end of the platform.
“Mine will be along in a few minutes,” Dub said. Then he said, “I’m glad to be here all alone with you these last few minutes.” He said I was the one he was going to miss most.
“You feel good and sorry now that the time has come, don’t you?” I said. “You can’t fool me, I can see it.”
“Sure I’m sorry,” he said.
“Didn’t you ever go away in the country before, Dub?” I asked him. He said only once when he went to Bronx Park.
“That isn’t country,” I said. “You see, when you get back now, the trolley cars and everything will sound awful loud. When I first get back everything seems funny like. But it isn’t so bad because we go right to school—not saying that isn’t bad enough. Are there fellows around where you live?”
“Yes, but most of them work,” he said. “If I hadn’t delivered groceries on Saturdays I couldn’t have come up here. I tried to make it for three weeks but I could only get money enough for two.”