“I beg your pardon,” she returned, “there is but one person in all this country by the name of Avis.”
“Then that is the very person I am trying to find.”
“You have found her.”
“Where?”
“Right here. I am she.”
I laughed outright and said:
“Oh, no, you must be mistaken. I do not mean to be disrespectful, but the Avis I am looking for is young, younger than I am—evidently another person of your name, whom you have never met.”
“How do you know she is young?”
“Why,” I answered, “of course she is young.”
And then, when I thought of it a moment, I remembered that no one had told me her age, but I added: