“Sixteen—nearly seventeen.”
“I suppose that means that you will be seventeen in eleven months and a half.”
“No, sir,” said Paul, “I shall be seventeen in three months.”
“All right. Most boys call themselves a year older. What's your name?”
“Paul Prescott.”
“P. P. Any relation to Fanny Fern?”
“No, sir,” said Paul, rather astonished.
“Didn't know but you might be. P. P. and F. F. Where do you live?”
Paul mentioned the street and number.
“That's well, you are near by,” said Mr. Smith. “Now, are you afraid of work?”