The phone rang, and Birdie went into the front hall to answer it. He spoke for a few minutes and then walked into the living room, a big, beaming grin on his face, the painful bridge forgotten.
"That was that fellow down in Lowell," he announced proudly. "He said the club liked my talk so much they wanted to know if they could put me down on the program for next year. For next year!"
Smiling, he sat on the couch in the living room, enjoying the happiness of the moment and waiting with great good cheer for the arrival of his guests, the coming of spring and, quite possibly, a pennant-winning season just ahead. For here is a man at home in the world.