"No," Blake answered.
"Don't live nowhere near here, I reckon?"
"No."
"How long do you expect to remain in this part of the country?"
"I don't know."
The old woman mumbled and then, with a grating croak, said:
"He don't 'pear willin' ter tell much about hisse'f. Some folks is mighty curi's thater way."
"Never mind, Moll," the host quickly responded. "It ain't quite time for you to put in, except in the way of getting us a bite to eat."
She arose, without replying, and began preparations for supper.
"It is a dull time of the year with us," said the host. "It has been about two weeks since our last boarder left. But I reckon business will pearten up a little when the fishing season opens."