“By Godfrey, time has a way of gittin’ along. Beats these automobiles.”
“Doos so. Well, glad I seen yer. Oakham Fair’s gre’t day to see folks. Most interestin’ exhibit. I say folks is the most interestin’ exhibit.”
“Ye-es, yes. Be’n comin’ here thirty-five years. Ever sence the fust fair.”
“Me too. Bet ye a cooky you won’t do it no thirty-five years more. Not ’nless the good Lord fergits to git ye.”
“Ha, ha, ha. Well, good bye, Silas. ’Member me to the folks.”
“I will so. Like’s not you’ll find ’em ’raound here sum’er’s. Be good.”
“Same to you y’old rascal.”
The two men shook hands and passed on and then we heard the end of a conversation on the other side of the tree—a conversation that was being carried on while two walked together.
“No, Mr. Edson, a woman always feels honoured and I hope we may always be friends.”
Ethel looked at me and her lips parted. It was Cherry’s voice. We waited to hear Hepburn speak but he did not do so.