An Introduction

They had never seen one another before, and were being introduced by the little girl's grandmother. The little girl was born in England, and the little boy was a visiting American. They stood quietly as the grandmother presented the one to the other. Each thought the other's voice sounded different and maybe even a little bit strange, so they began with something both could understand.

"How old are you?" asked the little girl.

"I'm five," answered the boy. "How old are you?"

"I'm four," she said solemnly.

"I remember being four," he responded.

The girl paused. "I remember being three," she finally countered.

"When you're five, you'll remember being four," said the boy reassuringly.

"When you're six," she began, but then got stuck. "When you're six," she continued, "you'll be six."

They seemed to have plumbed the depths of the topic, and momentarily paused. The grandmother, highly amused by the direction her introduction had taken, listened nearby. Just then, from outside there was a sound of splashing, and giggling.

"Pool's open!" called the boy's elder brother, following their sister in.

The two heard this, and made a sudden dash for the door. As he ran, the boy thought of the splendidness of this splendid farm, of its happy people, its food, its animals, and of his new friend. All of this, and a pool too! There was no doubt about it, he thought. This was going to be one terrific week.

See you along the way!
the SconeLady