"All alone?"
"Only from New York."
"Going fur?"
"To Cavendish."
"Did you say Cavendish?"
"Yes."
"Be you a furriner?"
"No, I am English;" I felt my color rising as I answered.
"Well, you speak sort o' queer, but my old man was English, too, a Norfolk man, and blest if I could understand quarter he said for ever so long after we got keeping company. I used to say yes to everything I didn't understand when we was alone, for fear he might be popping the question; but laws, I knew well enough when he did ask."
She fell into an apparently pleasant reverie, but soon returned to the actualities of life.