Mr. Conway. I don't know why she wouldn't but she knows what she wants to do.
Mr. Jenner. I probably would like to have her come down tomorrow, if she is free, tomorrow afternoon.
Mr. Conway. Well, my wife's brother passed away last week, and it has been a considerable shock to her and she is on tranquilizers and her memory isn't as good as it would be if she wasn't in such a strain.
Mr. Jenner. Well, you mention it to her when you get home and I'll call out home sometime tonight?
Mr. Conway. All right.
Mr. Jenner. And we will leave it up to her?
Mr. Conway. I'm sure she would be glad to do all she could.
Mr. Jenner. Can you think of any others?
Mr. Conway. The Turners, they just live—oh, Bill Bridges would be the age of John Pic. He was just another one of the kids in the neighborhood that I taught to play chess at the same time, but he was older and there was no other children in that range, and John is as old as my daughter.
Mr. Jenner. Well, I might talk with him on the telephone.