"And so," said she, as I sat down opposite her, "and so your name is
Peter Smith, and you are a blacksmith?"
"Yes, a blacksmith."
"And make horseshoes?"
"Naturally, yes."
"And do you live here?"
"Yes."
"Alone?"
"Quite alone!"
"And how long have you lived here alone?"
"Not so long that I am tired of it."