"No, ma'am, it wouldn't. Our clock runs ten minutes slow."
The grave face behind the spectacles broke into a smile; then business was resumed.
"Shut your eyes and name as many objects as you can without stopping, like this: trees, flowers, birds. Go ahead."
"Trees, flowers, birds, cats, dogs, fight, barrel, slop, mud, ashes."
"Go on, quicker—keep it up. Nuts, raisins, cake—"
"Cake, stove, smoke, tub, wash-board, scrub, rag, tub, stove, ashes."
"Keep it up!"
"I dunno no more."
"We can't get beyond ashes, eh?" said the lady. "Now suppose you tell me what the following words mean. Charity?"
"Is it a organization?" asked Nance doubtfully.