"Oh, indeed."
"Do you come from Bostons?" asked the old man.
"Yes, I do."
"And do you know my daughter?"
"What is her name?"
The Acadien reflected for some time, then said it was MacCraw, whereupon Vesper assured him that he had never had the pleasure of meeting her.
"Is your trade an easy one?" asked the old man, wistfully.
"No; very hard."
"You are then a farmer."
"No; I wish I were. My trade is taking care of my health."