“Right here they are!” Dibs dug down into his pocket and brought out a little glass jar, unscrewed the lid with the perforated top, and carefully extracted one worm. He laid it in Peter’s grimy hand. He was smiling. Peter was impressed. “Remember,” said Dibs carefully. “This is a real first worm up this spring.” Dibs had apparently moved into the big apartment house with the gardens down the street from me. A few days later I met him on the street. We looked at each other. Dibs smiled a big smile and reached out and touched my hand.
