“What’s Steve?” he inquired.
“I’m Steve.”
“Why?”
“How do you mean—why?”
The large eyes inspected him gravely.
“I remember,” he said finally.
“Well, don’t go forgetting, kid. I couldn’t stand a second session like that. I got a weak heart.”
“You’re Steve.”
“That’s right. Stick to that and we’ll get along fine.”
“I thought you were a germ.”