“He can’t get a word in edgewise,” said Mrs. Rhines, “you talk so fast yourself.”
“Well, then, I’ll hold my tongue.”
“There’s another hole bored in your great maple, Charlie,” said Mary.
“There is? Who bored it?”
“Guess.”
“Joe Bradish?”
“Guess again.”
“Sydney Chase?”
“Guess again. O, you’ll never guess! James Welch;” and she told him the story.
“I’ll name that spring ‘Quicksilver Spring.’”