‘O yes, dear; when the wind is that way.’
‘Do you like windy weather?’
‘Yes; though not now, for it blows down the young apples.’
‘Apples are plentiful, it seems. You country-folk call St. Swithin’s their christening day, if it rains?’
‘Yes, dear. Ah me! I have not been to a christening for these many years; the baby’s name was George, I remember—after the King.’
‘I hear that King George is still staying at the town here. I hope he’ll stay till I have seen him!’
‘He’ll wait till the corn turns yellow; he always does.’
‘How very fashionable yellow is getting for gloves just now!’
‘Yes. Some persons wear them to the elbow, I hear.’
‘Do they? I was not aware of that. I struck my elbow last week so hard against the door of my aunt’s mansion that I feel the ache now.’