Andy, I recall distinctly that you and your wife were at Old Point in about the winter of '69 and your daughter was with you.

So this is your granddaughter?
Well, I declare; I wish she was mine." "I'm glad to see you, Sylvia," said Mrs.Martin, a shy, white-haired little woman.

"I remember that winter at Old Point.

I was waiting for my husband there.

You look like your mother.