Another of his mother's friends stopped and some country boys who had been sitting on the curb got up and tried to see the turkey without showing they were interested. A man with a hunting suit and gun stopped and looked at Ruller and walked around behind him and looked at the turkey.
"How much do you think it weighs?" a lady asked.
"At least ten pounds," Ruller said.
"How long did you chase it?"
"About an hour," Ruller said.
"The goddam imp," the man in the hunting suit muttered.
"That's really amazing," a lady commented.
"About that long," Ruller said.
"You must be very tired."
"No," Ruller said. "I have to go. I'm in a hurry." He worked his face to look as if he were thinking something out and hurried down the street until he was out of their view. He felt warm all over and nice as if something very fine were going to be or had been. He looked back once and saw that the country boys were following him. He hoped they would come up and ask to look at the turkey. God must be wonderful, he felt suddenly. He wanted to do something for God. He hadn't seen anyone playing the accordian though or selling pencils and he was past the business block. He might see one before he really got
