"It is."
"Do you keep bees?"
"Yes, millions of them."
"Do you keep any other stock?" I asked, thinking a glass of milk would taste fine.
"Yes, a blind cat."
"Do you find the bees profitable?"
"No, I keep them for company."
"Why do you live in this lonesome place?"
"To avoid automobilists."
I ate three more biscuits, drowned in honey, then the silence became unbearable. "Do you do anything else besides keep bees?"