"You're a puzzle to me," he conceded.
Bean's shrug eloquently seemed to retort, "that's what they all say, sooner or later."
They were silent upon this. Bean wondered if Julia was still fussing back there. Or had she sent to White Plains for some more? And what was the flapper just perfectly doing at that moment? Life was wonderful! Here he was to witness a ball game on Friday!
They were in the grandstand, each willing and glad to forget, for the moment, just how weirdly wonderful life was. A bell clanged twice, the plate was swept with a stubby broom, the home team scurried to their places.
"There he is!" exclaimed Breede; "that's him!" Breede leaned out over the railing and pointed to the Greatest Pitcher the World Has Ever Seen. Bean sat coolly back.
The Pitcher scanned the first rows of faces in the grandstand. His glance came to rest on a slight, becomingly attired young man, who betrayed no emotion, and, in the presence of twenty thousand people, the Pitcher unmistakably saluted Bunker Bean. Bean gracefully acknowledged the attention.
"He know you?" queried Breede with animation.
"Know me!" He looked at Breede almost pityingly, then turned away.
The Pitcher sent the ball fairly over the plate.
"Stur-r-r-r-ike one!" bellowed the umpire.
"With him all morning," said Bean conde-
