Her cousin only laughed the harder and clapped her hands over her eyes, as if quite beyond control of herself. Elizabeth did not ask again.
"Isn't this a funny place we've come to!" said Miss
Cadwallader at last, relapsing.
"I don't see anything very laughable," said Elizabeth.
"But isn't it a quizzical place?"
"I dare say. Every place is."
"Pshaw! don't be obstinate, — when you think just as I do."
"I never did yet, about anything," said Elizabeth.
"Well, how do you like eating in a room with a great dresser of tin dishes on one side and the fire where your meat was cooked on the other? — in June?"
"I didn't see the tin dishes; and there wasn't any fire, of consequence."
"But did you ever see such a gallant old farmer? Isn't he comical? didn't he keep it up?"