The air was full of the warm, homely fragrance of molasses candy; a pot of it was boiling on the stove, and from time to time Uncle Ivory stirred it, lifted a spoonful, and watched the drip. On a table near by other candies were cooling, peanut taffy, lemon drops, and great masses of pink and white cream candy.
"Yes," said Calvin, pursuing his own thoughts. "This is another pleasant home. Considerable many of 'em in these parts, or so it appears to a lone person. I judge you're a single man, Mr. Cheeseman?"
"Widower!" said Mr. Cheeseman briefly.
"That so!" said Calvin.
They watched the molasses for a time, as it bubbled up in little gold-brown mounds that flowed away in foam as the spoon touched them.
"She's killin' good to-day!" remarked the old man.
"Cream-o'-tartar?" asked Calvin.
"Yes! I never use any other. Yes, sir; I had a good wife, a real good one; and might have had another, if I'd judged it convenient."
Calvin looked up expectantly; it was evident that more was coming.
Mr. Cheeseman began to stir the molasses with long, slow sweeps of the spoon, talking the while.