“Yes, yes, I am. I'm Cy Whittaker, but what—”
“Well, auntie told me—”
“Auntie! Auntie who?”
“Auntie Oliver. She isn't really my auntie, but mamma and me lived in her house for ever so long and so—”
“Wait! wait! wait! I'm hull down in the fog. This is gettin' too thick for ME. Your auntie's name's Oliver and you lived in Concord, New Hampshire. For—for thunder sakes, what's YOUR name?”
“Emily Richards Thomas.”
“Em—Emily—Richards—Thomas”
“Yes, sir.”
“Emily Richards Thomas! What was your ma's name?”
“Mamma was Mrs. Thomas. Her front name was Mary. She's dead. Don't you want to see your letter? I've got it now.”