Why, it's
a hundred years ago that Grandmother Morton began--making cookies here.
She was the first white woman in this country.
SENATOR: Proud woman! To have begun the life of this state! Oh, our
pioneers! If they could only see us now, and know what they did!
(FEJEVARY _is silent; he does not look quite happy_) I suppose Silas
Morton's son is active in the college management.
FEJEVARY: No, Ira is not a social being. Fred's death about finished
him. He had been--strange for years, ever since my sister died--when the
children were little. It was--(_again pulled back to that old feeling_)
under pretty terrible circumstances.
SENATOR: I can see that you thought a great deal of your sister, Mr
Fejevary.
FEJEVARY: Oh, she was beautiful and--(_bitterly_) it shouldn't have gone
like that.
SENATOR: Seems to me I've heard something about Silas Morton's
son--though perhaps it wasn't this one.
FEJEVARY: Ira is the only one living here now; the others have gone
farther west.
SENATOR: Isn't there something about corn?
FEJEVARY: Yes. His corn has several years taken the prize--best in the
state. He's experimented with it--created a new kind. They've given it
his name--Morton corn. It seems corn is rather fascinating to work
with--very mutable stuff.
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