“No, I suppose we’re not,” said poor Tom.
“You mean they, not you. I bet you’ve known a lot of girls that you never told me about—not dead ones.”
“Yes, I’ve known some dead ones,” laughed Tom. Then instantly remorseful for the pleasantry he said, “But I’ve learned more from you than any girl I ever met; gee, you’ve got more brains than all of them put together.”
“I suppose they invite you all over,” she said, “in Bridgeburgh where you live?”
“Bridgeboro,” said Tom.
“Do you correspond with any? I bet there’s one you like especially.”
“I bet there is,” said Tom.
“Tell me her name?”
“It’s a funny name,” said Tom.
“Is she interested in serious things? Tell me her name.”