Марсианские хроники

           "No,sir!"

           "Youcleaneverythingoutayourshedinback;burnit."

           Sillyshookhishead."I’lltakeitwith."

           "Theywon’tletyouputitonthatdamnrocket."

           "I’lltakeitwith,"insistedtheboysoftly.

           Herushedbackthroughthehardwarestore.Thereweresoundsofsweepingandcleaningout,andamomentlaterheappeared,hishandsfulloftopsandmarblesandolddustykitesandjunkcollectedthroughtheyears.JustthentheoldtinForddroveupandSillyclimbedinandthedoorslammed.Teecestoodontheporchwithabittersmile."Whatyougoin’todoupthere?"

           "Startin’new,"saidSilly."Gonnahavemyownhardware."

           "Goddamnit,youbeenlearnin’mytradesoyoucouldrunoffanduseit!"

           "No,sir,Ineverthoughtonedaythis’dhappen,sir,butitdid.Ican’thelpitifIlearned,Mr.Teece."

           "Isupposeyougotnamesforyourrockets?"

           Theylookedattheironeclockonthedashboardofthecar.

           "Yes,sir."

           "LikeElijahandtheChariot,TheBigWheelandTheLittleWheel,Faith,Hope,andCharity,eh?"

           "Wegotnamesfortheships,Mr.Teece."

           "GodtheSonandtheHolyGhost,Iwouldn’twonder?Say,boy,yougotonenamedtheFirstBaptistChurch?"

           "Wegottoleavenow,Mr.Teece."

           Teecelaughed."YougotonenamedSwingLow,andanothernamedSweetChariot?"

           Thecarstartedup."Good-by,Mr.Teece."