"Yes," was my laconic reply.
"Mine is Lucy; but they calls me Luce fur short."
No answer being made, she garrulously went on:
"Was that yer husband what comed to see you this evenin'?"
"No."
"Your brother?"
"No."
"Your cousin?"
"Neither."
"Well, he's too young-lookin' fur yer father. Mought he be yer uncle?"