Yea, v-verily, she answered, understanding his thought though not his idiom and speaking without – she hoped – noticeable hesitation. “Methought I saw a serpent moving in the grass yonder, but now I see ’twas...

I think your hair could blow every which ways in a high wind and still look pretty,” he answered, then dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. “Uh, well, are you ready to go?” he...