“Yes, it is pretty hot, but I think it's a little cooler than it was an hour ago.”
“Try walking and you won't think so.”
“Set down,” said Henry, pointing to the chair Sylvia had just vacated. “Set down and stay to supper.”
“I don't say I won't stay to supper, but I've got an errand first. I've struck a new idea about wine. Haven't you got a lot of wild grapes down back here?”
“Yes, back of the orchard.”
“Well, I've got an idea. I won't say what it is now. I want to see how it turns out first. Does Sylvia use wild grapes?”
“No, I know she won't. There are going to be bushels of Concords and Delawares.”
“Well, I want you to go down with me and let me look at your wild grape-vines. I suppose the grapes must be set long ago. I just want to see how many there are. I suppose I can make a deal with you for some?”
“You can have them, and welcome. I know Sylvia will say so, too.”
“Well, come along. We can go around the house.”