“In America? Yes. I guess five––sax––year. Oh, I lak it goot.”
“I mean here, in this place.”
“Oh, here? Yas, two, t’ree year. I lak it goot too.”
“Know any one here?”
“Oh, yas. I know people I vork by yet.”
“Who are they?”
“Oh, I vork by many place––make garten––und vork 341 wit’ horses, und so. Meesus Craikmile, I vork by her on garten. She iss dere no more.”
The young man paused suddenly in his stride. “Gone? Where is she gone?”
“Oh, she iss by ol’ country gone. Her man iss gone mit.” They walked on.
“What! Is the Elder gone, too?”