Hash frowned perplexedly at the stove. He was not a man who found it easy to put his thoughts into words.
“Well, it’s like this: I saw her mother yesterday.”
“Ah! That is a treat I have not had.”
“Do you think girls get like their mothers, Sam?”
“Sometimes.”
Hash shivered.
“Well, the ’ole thing is, when I’m away from the girl, I get to thinking about her.”
“Very properly,” said Sam. “Absence, it has been well said, makes the heart grow fonder.”
“Thinking of her mother, I mean.”
“Oh, of her mother?”