I'm the guy that can put you wise about microbes."
"Tell me."
"Sure. Well, a microbe is a kid that just runs wild out in the country.
He don't have to hang around in a white-tiled nursery and eat
sterilized junk and go to bed when they tell him to. He has a swell
time out in the woods, fishing and playing around in the dirt and going
after birds' eggs and picking berries, and--oh, shucks, anything else
you can think of. Wouldn't you like to do that?"
William Bannister nodded.
"Well, say, as it happens, there's a fine chance for you to be a germ
right away. I know a little place down in the Connecticut woods which
would just hit you right. You could put on overalls----"
"What's overalls?"
"Sort of clothes. Not like the fussed-up scenery you have to wear now,
but the real sort of clothes which you can muss up and nobody cares a
darn. You can put 'em on and go out and tear up Jack like a regular kid
all you want. Say, don't you remember the fool stunts you and me used
to pull off in the studio?"
"What studio?"
"Gee! you're a bit shy on your English, ain't you? It makes it sort of
hard for a guy to keep up what you might call a flow of talk. Still,
you should worry. Why, don't you remember where you used to live before
you came to this joint? Big, dusty sort of place, where you and me used
to play around on the floor?"
The White Hope nodded.
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