"A little."
"Please, then,—a little. Then I'll answer your question."
"I had rather not, just now."
"My answer would be the same in either case. This is living, after the desert and its loneliness. I discovered one thing out there, however,—myself. It was a surprise. My 'way-back ancestors must have been pirates."
"Mine—grew roses—in southern France."
"I am glad they eventually came to America," he said.
"Are you so fond of candy, Mr. Winthrop?"
"No."
"Neither am I."
"I'm glad they came, just the same. I simply can't help it."