“Iknow.Butthisisinbottles，Hatueybeer，andItakebackthebottles.”

“That’sverykindofyou，”theoldmansaid.“Shouldweeat？”

“I’vebeenaskingyouto，”theboytoldhimgently.“Ihavenotwishedtoopeaiilyouwereready.”

“I’mreadynow，”theoldmansaid.“Ionlyimetowash.”

Wheredidyouwash？Theboythought.Thevillagewatersupplywastwostreetsdowntheroad.Imusthavewaterhereforhim，theboythought，andsoapandagoodtowel.WhyamIsothoughtless？Imustgethimanothershirtandajacketforthewinterandsomesortofshoesandanotherbla.

“Yourstewisexcellent，”theoldmansaid.

“Tellmeaboutthebaseball，”theboyaskedhim.

“IntheAmeriLeagueitistheYankeesasIsaid，”theoldmansaidhappily.

“Theylosttoday，”theboytoldhim.

“Thatmeansnothing.ThegreatDiMaggioishimselfagain.”

“Theyhaveothermenoeam.”

“Naturally.Buthemakesthediffereheue，betweenBrooklynandPhiladelphiaImusttakeBrooklyn.ButthenIthinkofDickSislerandthosegreatdrivesintheoldpark.”

“Therewasnothingeverlikethem.HehitstheloballIhave
（本章节未完结，点击下一页翻页继续阅读）