“You, Elizabeth!”
“Oh, dear! You’re just like Uncle Cliff! He said ‘afraid’ was an odd word for an Ashe to use.”
“And for a Clyde, Elizabeth.”
“I know! I reckon I’m a disgrace to the family; but I can’t help it, Grandmother.”
“Suppose you tell me what it is that you are afraid of, dear—and let me see what I think about that.”
“I can’t tell you, Grandmother.”
“Then how am I to help you?”
“You can’t—no one can.”
“Not even yourself?”
“Myself least of all, Grandmother.”