“Yes, Uncle Gideon,” she answered, lifting her large, blue eyes to his face.
“And do you know what ‘dirty weather ahead’ means?”
“Yes, Uncle Gideon.”
“Well, what does it mean?”
“Why, it means furious storms to come.”
“Did you ever hear the phrase before?”
“No, Uncle Gideon.”
“Then how do you know what it means?”
“I don’t know; but the meaning seems plain enough.”
“Oh! then I must tell you how you know. By instinct. By inheritance. Just as the blind kitten knows a dog the instant it scents his approach. I should think you would know not only what dirty weather means, but also the signs of its coming.”