"And don't you like good old-fashioned stories, Jenny?"
"Oh, yes, grandpapa, but revolvers—and Americans—and the English language! Why, it was more than twenty-two hundred years ago, grandpapa, darling!"
"Ha! ha! You never thought of that, Jimmy! Oh, you've been at school, Miss Bright-eyes! Kiss me, you little rogue. Now listen!
"When I was a young fellow—"
"You yourself, grandpapa?"
"Yes, Jenny."
"I'm so glad it was you yourself! I like my own grandpapa's stories best of all."
"Thank you, my dear. After that I must be very entertaining. Yes, I'll tell my best story of all—and Jimmy has never heard it. Well, when I was a young fellow of seventeen I was clerk in a lumber shanty on the Sheboiobonzhe-gunpashageshickawigamog River."
"How did you ever learn that name, grandpapa, darling?" cried Jenny.