"Cooperstown!" echoes Aunty. "Why, I haven't been there since I was a girl."
"Yes, I know," says he. "You didn't even finish at high school. Cut sugar, did you say, Madam?"
"A box," says Aunty, starin' puzzled. "Perhaps you attended the same school?"
He nods.
"Oh, I seem to remember now," says she. "Aren't you the one they called—er—— What was it you were called?"
"Woodie," says he. "Will you have lemons too? Fresh Floridas."
"Two dozen," says Aunty. "Well, well! You used to ask me to skate with you on the lake, didn't you?"
"When my courage was running high," says he. "Sometimes you would; but more often you wouldn't. I lived at the wrong end of town, you know."
"In the Hollow, wasn't it?" says she. "And there was something queer about—about your family, wasn't there?"
He looks her straight in the eye at that, Woodie does. "Yes," says he. "Mother went out sewing. She was a widow."