“I’m afraid that Ellery is artificial,” said Ethel when I told her.
“But Hepburn is the real thing,” said I.
It was in the middle of the afternoon that Ethel and I were sitting together in a little pine grove. I had been telling her the events of the morning and now we were resting on the grass and watching the farmer folk. Oakham fair day is the great day for exchanging “visits.” Two elderly men met.
“Well, how are you doin’ it!”
“Oh, the way I always do. You’re lookin’ abaout the same. Leetle more gray but I guess you’re able to do the chores?”
“Oh, yes, ain’t had to call in Maria to do that yet. You seem to be stavin off death.”
“Fooled him so fur. Git me in the end though. That your daughter?”
“No, that’s my grandchild.”
“Well, well. Looks like your daughter Libby.”
“Libby’s daughter.”