"Suppose she were working in the A.E.C.-College?"
"Well, that—er—"
"Would be different?"
"Well, now—"
"I talked this right around in its circle for a purpose," said James. "Stop and think for a moment. Let's discuss me. Mr. Fisher, where would you place me in school?"
"Er—how old are you?"
"Nine," said James. "In April."
"Well, I'm not sure—"
"Exactly. Do you suppose that I could sit in a classroom among my nine-year-old contemporaries very long without being found out?"
"Er—no—I suppose not."