This made talk and filled an uncomfortable pause.
“One place and another. I was left.”
“Left?”
“Yep. Left on the town. Folks take me in turn-about. I just jog along. I’m staying over to the Point now. Next I’m going to Aunt Polly. I chooses, I do. I likes to jog along.”
The girl was inclined to be friendly and she was amusing.
“Did you hear the bell ring the night you came––the ha’nt bell?” she asked.
“I certainly did.”
“’Twas a warning, and then here you are! Generally warnings mean bad things, but Aunt Polly says you’re right enough and generally they ain’t when they’re young.”
“Who are not, Jan-an?”
“Men. When they get old, like Uncle Peter, they meller or–––”