"Not me, woman," declared Aunt Ailsie. "My man is again' women-folks a-going anywheres; he allows they'll be on the traipse allus, if ever they take a start. What might your name be?"
"Virginia Preston."
"And how old air you, Virginny?"
"How old would you guess?"
"Well, I would say maybe eighteen or nineteen."
"I'm twenty-eight," replied Virginia.
"Now you know you hain't! No old woman couldn't have sech rosy jaws and tender skin!"
"Yes, I am; but I don't call it old."
"Hit's old, too; when I were twenty-eight, I were very nigh a grandmaw."
"You must have married very young."