"Who is your father?"
"Don't you know? Everybody else does. He's the editor of the Princetown Argus. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes. And you have a mother?"
"Oh, yes. She is very clever." Basil nodded. "Father says she is the cleverest woman in the world. She can make clothes, she can cook, she knows all about flowers, she can write paragraphs for the paper, and when they are written she can print them."
"That is a great deal for your mother to do. Does she really help to print the newspaper?"
"Not now. She did when we first came here. But father has a great many gentlemen printers in the office, and they do all that. These are English flowers. The seeds come all the way from England where I was born; but I don't remember it because I was only a little baby when we came over in a great big ship. I don't remember the ship either, but I know all about it because mother has told me about the great storm, and how we were nearly wrecked, and how the ship was battered to pieces almost."
"The English flowers put your father in mind of home. That is England?"
"Yes, that is England. When we're very rich we're going back there. Do you know where it is?"
"I come from England."
"That is nice. Like us. Are you going back?"