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"
And
sometimes
I
see
you
dead
in
it
.
"
"
That
’
s
more
likely
.
"
"
No
,
it
’
s
not
,
darling
.
Because
I
can
keep
you
safe
.
I
know
I
can
.
But
nobody
can
help
themselves
.
"
"
Please
stop
it
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
get
Scotch
and
crazy
tonight
.
We
won
’
t
be
together
much
longer
.
"
"
No
,
but
I
am
Scotch
and
crazy
.
But
I
’
ll
stop
it
.
It
’
s
all
nonsense
.
"
"
Yes
it
’
s
all
nonsense
.
"
"
It
’
s
all
nonsense
.
It
’
s
only
nonsense
.
I
’
m
not
afraid
of
the
rain
.
I
’
m
not
afraid
of
the
rain
.
Oh
,
oh
,
God
,
I
wish
I
wasn
’
t
.
"
She
was
crying
.
I
comforted
her
and
she
stopped
crying
.
But
outside
it
kept
on
raining
.
One
day
in
the
afternoon
we
went
to
the
races
.
Ferguson
went
too
and
Crowell
Rodgers
,
the
boy
who
had
been
wounded
in
the
eyes
by
the
explosion
of
the
shell
nose
-
cap
.
The
girls
dressed
to
go
after
lunch
while
Crowell
and
I
sat
on
the
bed
in
his
room
and
read
the
past
performances
of
the
horses
and
the
predictions
in
the
racing
paper
.
Crowell
’
s
head
was
bandaged
and
he
did
not
care
much
about
these
races
but
read
the
racing
paper
constantly
and
kept
track
of
all
the
horses
for
something
to
do
.
He
said
the
horses
were
a
terrible
lot
but
they
were
all
the
horses
we
had
.
Old
Meyers
liked
him
and
gave
him
tips
.
Meyers
won
on
nearly
every
race
but
disliked
to
give
tips
because
it
brought
down
the
prices
.
The
racing
was
very
crooked
.
Men
who
had
been
ruled
off
the
turf
everywhere
else
were
racing
in
Italy
.
Meyers
’
information
was
good
but
I
hated
to
ask
him
because
sometimes
he
did
not
answer
,
and
always
you
could
see
it
hurt
him
to
tell
you
,
but
he
felt
obligated
to
tell
us
for
some
reason
and
he
hated
less
to
tell
Crowell
.
Crowell
’
s
eyes
had
been
hurt
,
one
was
hurt
badly
,
and
Meyers
had
trouble
with
his
eyes
and
so
he
liked
Crowell
.
Meyers
never
told
his
wife
what
horses
he
was
playing
and
she
won
or
lost
,
mostly
lost
,
and
talked
all
the
time
.
We
four
drove
out
to
San
Siro
in
an
open
carriage
.
It
was
a
lovely
day
and
we
drove
out
through
the
park
and
out
along
the
tramway
and
out
of
town
where
the
road
was
dusty
.
There
were
villas
with
iron
fences
and
big
overgrown
gardens
and
ditches
with
water
flowing
and
green
vegetable
gardens
with
dust
on
the
leaves
.
We
could
look
across
the
plain
and
see
farmhouses
and
the
rich
green
farms
with
their
irrigation
ditches
and
the
mountains
to
the
north
.
There
were
many
carriages
going
into
the
race
track
and
the
men
at
the
gate
let
us
in
without
cards
because
we
were
in
uniform
.
We
left
the
carriage
,
bought
programmes
,
and
walked
across
the
infield
and
then
across
the
smooth
thick
turf
of
the
course
to
the
paddock
.
The
grand
-
stands
were
old
and
made
of
wood
and
the
betting
booths
were
under
the
stands
and
in
a
row
out
near
the
stables
.
There
was
a
crowd
of
soldiers
along
the
fence
in
the
infield
.
The
paddock
was
fairly
well
filled
with
people
and
they
were
walking
the
horses
around
in
a
ring
under
the
trees
behind
the
grandstand
.
We
saw
people
we
knew
and
got
chairs
for
Ferguson
and
Catherine
and
watched
the
horses
.
