"How's Mrs. Caniper?"
"She's better, but I think she would be rather glad to die. I let her make a cake yesterday, and it did her good. Come and see her soon."
"I will. Let's go to the dairy. Will you have it in halves or quarters? Look at my new stamp!"
"What is it meant to be?"
"Well! It's a Shetland pony, of course."
"I like the pineapple better. I don't think a pony seems right on butter. I'll have the pineapple."
"John says there's as much sense in one as in the other, because we don't get butter from either of them."
"The pineapple is food, though."
"So's the pony, by some accounts!" She leaned in her old attitude against a shelf, and eyed Helen nervously. "Talking of ponies, have you seen anything of these ghostly riders?"
"I don't know what they are."