Come to think of it, Holman thought, he does just repeat things people
are always saying.
Setting the book beside the flowers, Nancy said, "What are you really,
Shandy? I've never had a chance to talk to you before, except in a
one-sided sort of way."
Shandy folded his hands and uncrossed his legs. "I don't remember just
now, Miss Nancy. I used to know. I don't think there are many of us
left now." He touched his mustache again, smoothing it. "Maybe in the
mountains there are some more. I don't remember."
Nancy patted his head. "I'm going to marry Ken, Shandy. And live in the
settlement."
"You'll enjoy that."
"You think you'll stay this way?" Holman asked.
"I might. I don't know."
Holman held out his hand to Shandy. "Anyway, we want you to stay here
and keep watch over things."