"Everything but the stem," he replied.
By this time the orange peel was hissing and exploding.
"You are an odd boy," I said. "I used to put orange peel away to dry in order to burn it. We seem to be as like as two peas."
"I wonder," he said, "if that is so." He turned in his chair and faced me, although his face was still in shadow. "Doubtless, we are far different in many things. Do you swallow grape seeds?"
"Hardly!" I cried. "I spit them out."
"I am glad of that." He paused. "It was a breezy hilltop where I lay. I thought of you all afternoon. You are famous, of course?"
"Dear me, no!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I had hoped you might be. I had counted on it. It is very disappointing. I was thinking about that as I lay on the hill. But aren't you just on the point of doing something that will make you famous?"
"By no means."
"Dear me, I am so sorry. Do you happen to be married?"