“No, I guess not.”
“Well, you know Ross?”
“Yes.”
“But you haven’t seen him yet since you came?”
“No.”
“Well, you will see him, for he is coming to see you, I know.”
“How do you know?”
“You see I know, because every day when the sun goes down, Ross would come out and sit on the steps, or the well-curb, or somewhere down by the old house.”
“Why, Bessie, how you talk!”