"No, 't ain't time for 'em really to come yet."
"Who? Summer people, do you mean?"
"Yes. Folks is beginnin' to think they like it down here; but we don't take summer boarders to the Cape, ye'll have to know that."
A prodigious wink enveloped one sea-blue eye.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Mrs. Porter's smile vanished in her earnestness. "Wouldn't—wouldn't your wife, perhaps—"
"Haven't got none."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I ain't. Ben glad on't always. Hain't ever repented."
"Then you mean you never were married."
"That's what I mean." The speaker nodded as if to emphasize a triumph.