Над пропастью во ржи

           Boy,didIgetinthathousefast. "Howareyou,Mrs.Spencer?"Isaid. "How’sMr.Spencer?" 

           "Letmetakeyourcoat,dear,"shesaid. Shedidn’thearmeaskherhowMr.Spencerwas. Shewassortofdeaf. 

           Shehungupmycoatinthehallcloset, andIsortofbrushedmyhairbackwithmyhand. Iwearacrewcutquitefrequently andIneverhavetocombitmuch. "How’veyoubeen,Mrs.Spencer?"Isaidagain, onlylouder,soshe’dhearme. 

           "I’vebeenjustfine,Holden." Sheclosedtheclosetdoor. "Howhaveyoubeen?" Thewaysheaskedme,IknewrightawayoldSpencer’dtoldherI’dbeenkickedout. 

           "Fine,"Isaid. "How’sMr.Spencer?Heoverhisgrippeyet?" 

           "Overit!Holden,he’sbehavinglikeaperfect—Idon’tknowwhat... He’sinhisroom,dear.Gorightin."