"Young Betty did. Is that so? And who might young Betty be? A friend of yours? That young lady over there, her name's Betty."
He jerked his elbow towards the woman with the baby. I was shocked, although, having already taken their ignorance for granted, I was able to conceal my feelings with comparative ease.
"He was a boy."
"A boy? With a name like Betty? What was his father and mother up to then?"
"His name was William Henry West Betty. He was the Infant Roscius."
"Was he?"
"He was The Wonderful Boy. I am going to be a Wonderful Girl."
"You're that already. Seeing that you are a Wonderful Girl, what might have put it into your head to come here?"
"You are very poor, aren't you?"
"Poor? That's what you might call a leading question. We're not rich. Who told you we were poor?"