"You must be a fool, young man. Where shall ye stay the night?"
"I don't know this either!"
"Lord, young man, you are a fool!"
"I begin to suspect I am!" said I bitterly. "However, I wish you would not call me 'young man.'"
"Why not, young man?"
"Because I resent the appellation."
"Talk plain, young man. You do what?"
"I strongly object to the term 'young man.'"
"But you are a man, ain't you—or something like one? And then you're young—very young, I can see that."
"I am nineteen!"