Pat adjusted his cap, glancing at Granny Drydon with curiosity. “Pump… 1923?” he muttered. “That water pump—when you were a baby?”
Granny Drydon folded her arms, her sharp gaze narrowing. “Ah, you mean the old village pump. It was put in the same year I was born. Coldest water you’d ever taste, straight from the earth, no fuss, no nonsense.”
Ted Glen, still staring, scratched his head. “You telling me that pump’s been around longer than Greendale’s post van?”
Mrs. Goggins, recovering from her initial shock, nodded. “That pump’s seen more of this village than any of us, I’d wager.”
Granny Drydon adjusted her shawl. “And like me, it’s still standing, long after the world’s tried to change around it.”
Jess flicked his tail, unimpressed by the f