I laughed. “The two cases aren't exactly alike, are they?” I said. “The land is of no value to us at present. Mother and I are glad to have the Lane used, if it is a convenience, as I suppose it is.”
“It's that, sartin. Ros, who owns that land the Lane runs through—you or your mother?”
“It is in my name,” I said.
“Um-hm. Well, would you sell it?”
“Sell it! Sell that strip of sand and beach grass! Who would buy it?”
“I don't know as anybody would. I just asked if you'd sell it, that's all.”
“Perhaps I would. I presume I should, if I had the chance.”
“Ain't had any chance yet, have you?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, nothin', nothin'! Well, you just think it over. If you decide you would sell it and get so fur as fixin' a price on it, let me know, will you?”