The greengrocer was much edified, and told me that he was the agent for the district of Billy Sunday, the revivalist. Wouldn't I stay and address a mass meeting?
I fought shy of this offer. The journalist looked somewhat sourly at the greengrocer for breaking into his interrogatory. But then a third interrupter appeared, a little boy, who had come to purchase bananas, and he addressed me thus:
"On which side did your family fight in the year 1745? On the side of Prince Charlie? That's the side I'm on."
No descendant of the Pilgrim Fathers he.
On the way out to Lacarne two old fishermen in a cart offered me a ride, and I stepped up.
"What are you, German?" I asked, always on the look-out for the immigrant.
"We are Yankees."
"Your father or grandfather came from Germany?"
"No; we're both Yankees, I tell yer."