"Am I, Ann?"
"Angry?"
"Just thinking . . . so to say."
"Oh." And she began to hum under her breath.
"I was just thinking," he said again.
Then, solemnly, he added, "about things."
"About you and me," he wound up finally.
When she offered him a penny for his thoughts, he said, "Well . . . nothing."
"Dear me."
At his hard cluck the wagon swept forward. "You know what I was thinking," he said.