“I bet I know your name!”
“Well, now, not necessarily. Of course— Oh, it isn’t so specially well known.”
“Aren’t you Mr. Sondheim that travels for the Krackajack Kitchen Kutlery Ko.?”
“I am not! I’m Mr. Babbitt, the real-estate broker!”
“Oh, excuse me! Oh, of course. You mean here in Zenith.”
“Yep.” With the briskness of one whose feelings have been hurt.
“Oh, sure. I’ve read your ads. They’re swell.”
“Um, well— You might have read about my speeches.”
“Course I have! I don’t get much time to read but— I guess you think I’m an awfully silly little nit!”
“I think you’re a little darling!”