"We are, too. It looks as if, should this keep up, we will really raise a crop."
"Oh, it'll keep up," he said cheerfully, confidently. "It always rains in this country."
"How optimistic you are," she said, regarding him admiringly.
"Thanks."
She smiled then and bit her lip.
"How's your neighbors across the road? I've never become acquainted with them."
"Their name is Prescott. I don't know much about them; but papa has met them."
"How many of them?"
"Three. The man and wife and a son."
"A son?"