“Any investments?”
“Some.”
“What d’ya buy? Wild-cats?”
“Liberty bonds.”
“Gosh!”
Cyrus’ voice from behind a cow: “You gotta go to the city to make money.”
Elmer said: “You poor, dumb thing, they’d skin ya. You ain’t got a gift like Eris. G’wan an’ weigh your milk ’n’ shut your face.”
Cyrus muttered for a while. Eris said: “There seems to be too many people for the jobs in New York.... The poor are everywhere.... I’ve seen them sleeping in the grass in the public parks.”
“Ya hear that, Si?” demanded Elmer.
Unstirring, solemn, dim of eye, Ed Lister spoke: “I was to York in ’85. I seen things in my day.”