"Absolutely. Thirty-three Cedar Street. He's had an office there for ever so long. I ought to know where my uncle's office is, oughtn't I?"
"I thought maybe you might have got the wrong tree," explained Charlie.
"It's Cedar," said Miss Angie flatly.
"Cedar and pine are a good deal alike, except in—" began Charlie, doubtfully,
"Goodness!" cried Miss Angie, stopping short. "It IS Pine! How perfectly stupid of me! How utterly reprehensible!"
Charlie stared at her a moment in sheer disdain.
"Well, by gosh, if that ain't like a woman," he exclaimed disgustedly. "I'd hate to send you for a half dozen oranges if there were any lemons in the market."
"He is such a well-known lawyer," began Angie humbly, "that you would think the mail carrier would—"
"What did you say his name was?"
"Joseph Smith. He is my mother's brother."