“Grannyfader want to go?”
“Well, maybe, how about Ginkle?”
“Um.”
“Big tree here,” exclaimed the lad, pointing at the three tall pines just in front of the bench on which they were seated. “Jus’ like big Kismas Tree.”
“Yes, indeed. They would make great Christmas trees, wouldn’t they? Does Ginkle remember the Christmas story?”
“Tree wise men, too,” remarked he—“tree, jes’ like big trees here, aint they.”
“In number, yes. I suppose you’re right there,” answered Grandfather. “What’s that got to do with our pines? What do you mean, Ginkle?”
“Um—I dno.”
“Well, anyway, you remember, don’t you Ginkle.”
The lad looked out across the lake and apparently began to think about something else.