"I wonder if I have the right house," he said.
"I dunno. What house do you want?" came the stentorian response.
"What is your name, please?" asked the young man.
"Blanche Aurora."
He smiled, a nice gleeful smile. "I mean your last name."
"Martin."
"I'm sorry. I'm looking for Miss Barry."
"Oh, she lives here. I'm the help."
"Really? I didn't dream it. I thought you were the nice little daughter of the house."
"Miss Barry ain't married," replied Blanche Aurora practically, but she gave full credit to the pink bow.