The widow is striving so hard to understand that the man speaks more slowly.
"But I meet him at Owen Sound. Between you and me he was to fix me--see?"
The woman does not see.
"You mustn't say it to nobody, but I went to Georgian Bay to show him my slate."
"Is it politics?"
"That's what it is, and it's mighty dirty work. But I don't think your husband was no politician."
It is a compliment, and the woman so receives it.
"He was late, and the old tub was rubbing the pier away when the jackleg train arrive."
"The st-st-steamer was wa-wa-waiting," explained the boy.
"Ah! yes," nods the listener.