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"
How
were
the
races
?
"
"
Fine
.
They
were
just
lovely
.
I
had
three
winners
.
"
"
How
did
you
do
?
"
I
asked
Meyers
.
"
All
right
.
I
had
a
winner
.
"
"
I
never
know
how
he
does
,
"
Mrs
.
Meyers
said
.
"
He
never
tells
me
.
"
"
I
do
all
right
,
"
Meyers
said
.
He
was
being
cordial
.
"
You
ought
to
come
out
.
"
While
he
talked
you
had
the
impression
that
he
was
not
looking
at
you
or
that
he
mistook
you
for
some
one
else
.
"
I
will
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
m
coming
up
to
the
hospital
to
see
you
,
"
Mrs
.
Meyers
said
.
"
I
have
some
things
for
my
boys
.
You
’
re
all
my
boys
.
You
certainly
are
my
dear
boys
.
"
"
They
’
ll
be
glad
to
see
you
.
"
"
Those
dear
boys
.
You
too
.
You
’
re
one
of
my
boys
.
"
