“What?”
“I want to see your grandson.”
“Who are you? Haven’t you got anything to sell?”
“You know I have not. You can see well enough when you come for help.”
“Hey? Who are you?”
“You know me. I am from Heatherleigh.”
“Oh, it’s you. I thought you wanted to sell calicoes and flannels. What did you bring your pack for? What’s in it? Oh, I see, it arn’t a pack at all; it’s a boy. What d’yer want?”
“I told you I want to see your grandson.”
“What for?”
“I want to ask him a few questions.”