"Maria A. Bampole, did you say, ma'am?" sounded young Terry's voice, his face just out of sight.
"No; I didn't," snapped the woman. "Sarah J. Campbell, blockhead!"
"'Scuse me, ma'am," returned Noll politely, though heavily.
The impatient woman could hear him slowly sorting over letters.
"Nothing for Blockhead," he announced slowly, as though talking caused him pain.
The woman threw up her hands in huge disgust.
"Sarah J. Campbell!" she insisted snappishly.
"Oh, 'scuse me, ma'am. I thought you said Blockhead."
"So I did, dunce, but I was calling you that!"
"But, you see, ma'am," drawled Noll, exasperatingly, "I ain't looking for any mail."