"That's too bad," she said.
Jed had, for him, a curious impulse, and acted upon it.
"Maybe I might come and look at it now, if I was asked," he suggested.

"Plenty of room on that bench, is there ?" "Oh, yes, sir, there's lots.

I don't take much room and Petunia almost always sits on my lap.

Please come." So Jed came and, sitting down upon the bench, looked off at the inlet and the beach and the ocean beyond.

It was the scene most familiar to him, one he had seen, under varying weather conditions, through many summers and winters.