"Why?" I asked. "What harm does it do?"

"I don't know as it does any. But because a tramp sleepin' on my front
piazza might not harm the piazza, that's no reason why I'd let him sleep
there."

I laughed. "The two cases aren't exactly alike, are they?" I said. "The
land is of no value to us at present. Mother and I are glad to have the
Lane used, if it is a convenience, as I suppose it is."

"It's that, sartin. Ros, who owns that land the Lane runs through--you
or your mother?"

"It is in my name," I said.

"Um-hm. Well, would you sell it?"

"Sell it! Sell that strip of sand and beach grass! Who would buy it?"

"I don't know as anybody would. I just asked if you'd sell it, that's
all."

"Perhaps I would. I presume I should, if I had the chance."

"Ain't had any chance yet, have you?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothin', nothin'! Well, you just think it over. If you decide you