Never again did Maibon meet any of the Fair Folk, and he was just as glad of it. He and his wife and children and grandchildren lived many years, and Maibon was proud of his white hair and long beard as he had been of his sturdy arms and legs.
"Stones are all right in their way," said Maibon. "But the trouble with them is, they don’t grow.”
When Maibon says that stones don't grow, what does he actually mean?
