Nance glanced down at the jug she carried in her left hand and laughed.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothin'——”
“Nothin' from nowhere sounds pretty good to me when I see it in a brown jug on Christmas Eve. You're all right, old gal! I was just going to ask if you had a little mountain dew. You're a mind reader. I'll bet the warehouse you keep that stored in is some snug harbor—eh?”
“They ain't never found it yit!” she giggled.
“And I'll bet they won't—bully for you!”
She took down a tin cup from a shelf and placed it beside the jug.
“Another glass, sweetheart——”
The old woman stared at him in surprise, walked to the shelf and brought another tin cup.
“What do ye want with two?” she asked in surprise.