"Oh, that Detweiler!" said Gilbert. "I didn't know!"
"Your ignorance pains me sorely, Gilbert," said Amy. "You could be excused for not recalling the name of the President, for not knowing whether Thomas Edison or J.P. Morgan built the first steamboat or whether Admiral Dewey was a hero or a condition of the weather, but, Gilbert, not to know Detweiler proves you hopeless. I'm sorry to say it, but your mind is evidently of no account whatever. Detweiler, you poor benighted nut, is a Greek of the Grecians! He has a chest measurement of ninety-eight inches under-all! His biceps are made of Harveyised steel and his forceps--"
"For the love of Mike, Amy, shut up!" begged Marvin.
"Oh? very well! If you want the poor idiot to go through life with no knowledge of the important--er--"
"We do!" agreed Innes.
"Of course I know who Detweiler is," said Gilbert, a trifle indignantly. "But there might be more than one, mightn't there? How did I know--"
"More than one Detweiler!" exclaimed Amy horrifiedly. "Is there more than one Washington? More than one Napoleon? More than one Huxley? More than one Thackeray? More than one--one Byrd?"
"You bet there are!" asserted Black. "There are jays and parrots!"
"Amy, you're a crazy nut," laughed Innes.
"A nut I may be," replied Amy with dignity, "but I have raisins."