"He come ver' often.

I know him since he is un petit chien, ver' small pup--so beeg." She measured with her hand from the ground.
"Do you know the Dean ?" Kit asked, sitting down on the doorstep beside her.

"He lives up in the big house on the bluff, where the pine and maples are." The old woman shook her head placidly.
"I not go up that bluff in forty-eight year." Kit's eyes widened with quick interest.

Just then a girl a little older than herself came out of the kitchen door.

Two long braids of straight brown hair hung over her shoulders, and her dress was slouchy and gypsy-like.