"Ya sick, Harky?" Mun asked suspiciously.
"No, Pa."
"Then what is chawin' on ya?"
"Tell me again when my great-grandpappy come here," Harky requested.
Mun said, "Nigh onto fifty-two years past."
"That's a heap o' time, ain't it?" Harky asked.
"A smart heap o' time," Mun declared proudly. "Not many famblys knows as much about themselfs as us Mundees."
"You sure," Harky went on, "that Sue come to no good end on account she run in the dark o' the moon?"
Mun shrugged. "What else?"
"And Duckfoot's pappy was a duck?"