“A baked potato,” I said, “with lots of butter would make up for a lot of other things. How did you happen to go to dinner with me?”
Her eyes grew large and round. “Why, you asked me.”
“How did I happen to ask you?”
She said, “Well, I like that!”
I said, “I happened to ask you because you brought the subject up.”
“I did?”
“Indirectly, and you brought it up because the man who tried to pump me, and couldn’t, went back of the partition and suggested to you that it might be a good idea.”
She let her eyes grow very large and said, “Oooh, Grandma, what big ears you have!”
“And he made that suggestion because he wanted some information, and he intimated that he had some information that he might give me in exchange for information I could give him.”
“Did he really?”