“Surely you have heard of Lake Keuka, and the Keuka grape vineyards?” She leaned forward with mischief in her eyes.
“No.”
“Have you ever eaten a grape, my dear Sir Knight?”
“Possibly.”
“A good, great, luscious blue grape?”
“Possibly.”
“Only possibly?”
“Well,” he hesitated, “y-es. Yes; I am sure to have eaten one. Now that I put my mind to it, I recall that it was especially large and sweet and——”
She leaned back, contented.
“Well, that was a Keuka Lake grape.”