“Do I—are you sure I am a Bostonian?”
“Hm! Now that you mention it—I am not. Perhaps your family moved to Boston from somewhere else?”
“Yes?”
“From—let me see! Pennsylvania? But no, you don’t talk like a Pennsylvanian. Maryland? No again. Where, please?”
“But I haven’t acknowledged the correctness of any of your premises yet,” she objected.
“But you don’t dare tell me I’m wrong,” he challenged.
“At least, I am not going to tell you so,” she answered.
“That is as good as an admission!”
“Very well,” she replied serenely. “And now that you know so much about me—that is all, by the way?”