“It’s none of yourn, but take it an’ go.”
“Not until you are convinced that it is mine.”
“It’s mine, but you kin have it.”
“Just one word? Did you write your name on your book?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Well, if you will look inside there you will find my name. If you do not I shall apologize and give you a basket of candy.”
“I don’t want your candy.”
“I know you don’t, but you will look for my name?”
As she opened the book and revealed the name, I said: “That’s my handwriting, as you will see by comparing it with this on my ticket.”