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"
I
sure
wish
you
could
,
sir
!
"
The
old
man
sighed
.
A
minute
later
,
seated
panting
quietly
,
he
laced
the
tennis
shoes
to
his
long
narrow
feet
.
They
looked
detached
and
alien
down
there
next
to
the
dark
cuffs
of
his
business
suit
.
Mr
.
Sanderson
stood
up
.
"
How
do
they
feel
?
"
asked
the
boy
.
"
How
do
they
feel
,
he
asks
;
they
feel
fine
.
"
He
started
to
sit
down
.
"
Please
!
"
Douglas
held
out
his
hand
.
"
Mr
.
Sanderson
,
now
could
you
kind
of
rock
back
and
forth
a
little
,
sponge
around
,
bounce
kind
of
,
while
I
tell
you
the
rest
?
It
’
s
this
:
I
give
you
my
money
,
you
give
me
the
shoes
,
I
owe
you
a
dollar
.
But
,
Mr
.
Sanderson
,
but
—
soon
as
I
get
those
shoes
on
,
you
know
what
happens
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
Bang
!
I
deliver
your
packages
,
pick
up
packages
,
bring
you
coffee
,
bum
your
trash
,
run
to
the
post
office
,
telegraph
office
,
library
!
You
’
ll
see
twelve
of
me
in
and
out
,
in
and
out
,
every
minute
.
Feel
those
shoes
,
Mr
.
Sanderson
,
feel
how
fast
they
’
d
take
me
?
All
those
springs
inside
?
Feel
all
the
running
inside
?
Feel
how
they
kind
of
grab
hold
and
can
’
t
let
you
alone
and
don
’
t
like
you
just
standing
there
?
Feel
how
quick
I
’
d
be
doing
the
things
you
’
d
rather
not
bother
with
?
You
stay
in
the
nice
cool
store
while
I
’
m
jumping
all
around
town
!
But
it
’
s
not
me
really
,
it
’
s
the
shoes
.
They
’
re
going
like
mad
down
alleys
,
cutting
corners
,
and
back
!
There
they
go
!
"
Mr
.
Sanderson
stood
amazed
with
the
rush
of
words
.
When
the
words
got
going
the
flow
carried
him
;
he
began
to
sink
deep
in
the
shoes
,
to
flex
his
toes
,
limber
his
arches
,
test
his
ankles
.
He
rocked
softly
,
secretly
,
back
and
forth
in
a
small
breeze
from
the
open
door
.
The
tennis
shoes
silently
hushed
themselves
deep
in
the
carpet
,
sank
as
in
a
jungle
grass
,
in
loam
and
resilient
clay
.
He
gave
one
solemn
bounce
of
his
heels
in
the
yeasty
dough
,
in
the
yielding
and
welcoming
earth
.
Emotions
hurried
over
his
face
as
if
many
colored
lights
had
been
switched
on
and
off
.
His
mouth
hung
slightly
open
.
Slowly
he
gentled
and
rocked
himself
to
a
halt
,
and
the
boy
’
s
voice
faded
and
they
stood
there
looking
at
each
other
in
a
tremendous
and
natural
silence
.
A
few
people
drifted
by
on
the
sidewalk
outside
,
in
the
hot
sun
.
