"Well, that's a question," he admitted.

"But you can make flour IN a windmill, 'cause I've seen it done." More pondering on the young lady's part.

Then she gave it up.
"You mustn't mind if you don't understand him, Uncle Charlie," she said, in her most confidential and grown-up manner.

"He says lots of things Petunia and I don't understand at all, but he's awful nice, just the same.

Mamma says he's choking--no, I mean joking when he talks that way and that we'll understand the jokes lots better when we're older.