“The name Mahan is Irish. I’ve no doubt your forefathers blarneyed Agricola in the same fashion. But at least take some lettuce. You shall not be like the poor fellow in Aristophanes, and take your sorrowful leave without a lettuce.”
“But I’ve been invited to dinner.”
“Good enough! Is the heart all right now?”
Marvin arose, and the two men proceeded down the path.
“Where are you camping?”
“I’d like to camp on the Duckling.”
“So do. You are as welcome as sunlight.”
“Dr. Rich, the sign is not quite so hospitable as you are.”
“A sign? Has my daughter actually forbidden trespass?”
“Oh, not so bad as that, but it’s nailed to a pine. Dr. Rich, pines are salable.”