"That's good."
"The change was so beneficial to me. One so soon exhausts a small town, don't you think so, Mrs. Jackson?"
Mrs. Jackson could not truthfully say that she ever had felt that she had exhausted Crowheart, but she agreed weakly—
"Uh-huh."
"I had so many new and delightful experiences, too." Mrs. Symes smiled a sweetly reminiscent smile.
"You musta had."
"Going out in the train we had cantelope with cracked ice in it. You must try it sometimes, Mrs. Jackson—it's delicious."
"I can't say when I've et a cantelope but, Oh Lord, I has a hankerin' for eggs! I tell Jackson the next time he ships he's gotta take me along, for I want to git out where I can git my mitt on a pair of eggs."
"We became quite surfeited with eggs, Phidias and I," observed Mrs. Symes with an air of ennui.
Mrs. Jackson blinked.