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"
You
know
how
many
baseball
games
we
played
this
year
,
last
year
,
year
before
?
"
said
Tom
,
apropos
of
nothing
.
Douglas
watched
Tom
’
s
quickly
moving
lips
.
"
Wrote
it
down
!
One
thousand
five
hundred
sixty
-
eight
games
!
How
many
times
I
brushed
my
teeth
in
ten
years
?
Six
thousand
!
Washing
my
hands
:
fifteen
thousand
.
Slept
:
four
thousand
some
-
odd
times
,
not
counting
naps
.
Ate
six
hundred
peaches
,
eight
hundred
apples
.
Pears
:
two
hundred
.
I
’
m
not
hot
for
pears
.
Name
a
thing
,
I
got
the
statistics
!
Runs
to
the
billion
millions
,
things
I
done
,
add
’
em
up
,
in
ten
years
.
"
Now
,
thought
Douglas
,
it
’
s
coming
close
again
.
Why
?
Tom
talking
?
But
why
Tom
?
Tom
chatting
along
,
mouth
crammed
with
sandwich
,
Dad
there
,
alert
as
a
mountain
cat
on
the
log
,
and
Tom
letting
the
words
rise
like
quick
soda
bubbles
in
his
mouth
:
"
Books
I
read
:
four
hundred
.
Matinees
I
seen
:
forty
Buck
Joneses
,
thirty
Jack
Hoxies
,
forty
-
five
Tom
Mixes
,
thirty
-
nine
Hoot
Gibsons
,
one
hundred
and
ninety
-
two
single
and
separate
Felix
-
the
-
Cat
cartoons
,
ten
Douglas
Fairbankses
,
eight
repeats
on
Lon
Chaney
in
The
Phantom
of
the
Opera
,
four
Milton
Sillses
,
and
one
Adolph
Menjou
thing
about
love
where
I
spent
ninety
hours
in
the
theater
toilet
waiting
for
the
mush
to
be
over
so
I
could
see
The
Cat
and
the
Canary
or
The
Bat
,
where
everybody
held
onto
everybody
else
and
screamed
for
two
hours
without
letting
go
.
During
that
time
I
figure
four
hundred
lollipops
,
three
hundred
Tootsie
Rolls
,
seven
hundred
ice
-
cream
cones
.
.
.
Tom
rolled
quietly
along
his
way
for
another
five
minutes
and
then
Dad
said
,
"
How
many
berries
you
picked
so
far
,
Tom
?
"
"
Two
hundred
fifty
-
six
on
the
nose
!
"
said
Tom
instantly
.
Dad
laughed
and
lunch
was
over
and
they
moved
again
into
the
shadows
to
find
fox
grapes
and
the
tiny
wild
strawberries
,
bent
down
,
all
three
of
them
,
hands
coming
and
going
,
the
pails
getting
heavy
,
and
Douglas
holding
his
breath
,
thinking
,
Yes
,
yes
,
it
’
s
near
again
!
Breathing
on
my
neck
,
almost
!
Don
’
t
look
!
Work
.
Just
pick
,
fill
up
the
pail
.
If
you
look
you
’
ll
scare
it
off
.
Don
’
t
lose
it
this
time
!
But
how
do
you
bring
it
around
here
where
you
can
see
it
,
stare
it
right
in
the
eye
?
How
?
How
?
"
Got
a
snowflake
in
a
matchbox
,
"
said
Tom
,
smiling
at
the
wine
-
glove
on
his
hand
.
Shut
up
!
Douglas
wanted
to
yell
.
But
no
,
the
yell
would
scare
the
echoes
,
and
run
the
Thing
away
!
