“Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,”he said.
“It was papa made me leave.I am a boy and I must obey him.”
“Thank you,”the old man said.He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility.But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.
“Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sox of Chicago.”
“Two,”the boy said.
“The Yankees cannot lose.”
“The month when the great fish come,”the old man said.“ Anyone can be a fisherman in May.”