“Adam?”
“Yes.”
“But Adam what?”
“That is all--just Adam.”
“Nothing at all but just that? Why, how curious! There’s plenty of Adams; how can they tell you from the rest?”
“Oh, that is no trouble. I’m the only one there is, there where I’m from.”
“Upon my word! Well, it beats the band! It reminds a person of the old original. That was his name, too, and he hadn’t any but that--just like you.” Then, archly, “You’ve heard of him, I suppose?”
“Oh yes! Do you know him? Have you ever seen him?”
“Seen him? Seen Adam? Thanks to goodness, no! It would scare me into fits.”
“I don’t see why.”