have Indian corn nor bee trees, nor wild cat holes, but we have the ocean all around us, and we see the ships and — ”

“Like that thar one whar th’ boy stood whilst hit war on fire?”

“Something like, yes.” Then he told about the sea and the ships and the great fishes, and was interrupted with the query: —

“Reckon you done seed that thar fish what swallered the man in th’ Bible an’ then th’ow’d him up agin?”

“Why no, son, you know that thar fish war dade long ‘fore we-uns war born. You mustn’t ax fool questions, honey.”

Old Sally sat crouched by the hearth intently listening and