"Oliver Garland," replied Ollie, making the name sound very unlike an English one.
"Laws, now! Olivia Golong—what a name! And a boy to be Olivia, too! Bless us! You're a furrineer, then, I do suppose?"
Ollie rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
"And where do you come from, Olivia?" inquired Mrs. Short.
Ollie assured her in French, that he came from the moon.
Mrs. Short desired him to speak English, "Which I know you can speak it," said she.
"I can," replied Ollie.
"Then tell me where you come from," cried the tantalized lady.
Ollie relapsed into French, and this time stated that he came from the Red Sea.
"Look here," said Mrs. Short, impressively. "You tell me what I want to know, and I'll give you a piece of cake. See if I don't now. I'll show it to you."