Seems to me 'twas a pig, but I ain't sure that it mightn't have been a settin' of Plymouth Rock hens' eggs.

Anyhow, Uncle Bije KEPT hens, because I remember one time--" "There! there! we'll be out of sight of land in a minute.

This Mary Thayer--old, was she ?" "No, no! Just a young girl, eighteen or twenty or so.

Pretty and nice and quiet as ever I see.

By Godfrey, she WAS pretty! I wan't as old as I be now, and--" "Ase, don't tell your heart secrets, even to me.