“I couldn’t ask her, dearie,” said Martha. “She was terrible late, she said, and I know how crotched her wicked old grandfather gets at feeding-time.”
“How big she’s grown!” he observed carelessly.
“Big!” They both repeated the word, but from a different surprise.
“You said you didn’t see her,” said Martha sharply.
“I saw a big young woman flying by in the cart—I didn’t know then it was Jinny.”
“But you just said everything’s growed so little,” chuckled Caleb.
“So it has—all except Jinny.”
“And she isn’t so very big,” said Martha, “rather undersized, some folks would say.”
“Well, I’m not so oversized myself,” said Will.
“Will’s seen her toplofty over Methusalem,” explained Caleb. “Wait till he sees her on her pegs.”