"You leave Aunt Hannah to me; I shall find her tender side. I am going to ask her about the old sea-captain and the yellow calico."
"Not yellow calico—blue chintz."
"Well, yellow shell, then."
"No, no! don't mix it up so; you won't know yourself what to expect, and that's half the fun."
"Now you tell me again exactly what to expect; to tell the truth, I didn't half hear about it the other day; I was wool
gathering. It was something queer that happened when you were a child, wasn't it?"
"Something that began to happen long before that, and kept happening, and may happen again; but I hope not."
"What was it?"
"I wonder if the other people in the car can hear us?"
"I fancy not; we don't hear them—not consecutively, at least."