"What blessed chance brought you here ?" "Oh, I am your aunt's companion," she answered, "her niece, you know." "Then you _must_ be a cousin," I said.
"No; sister," she corrected, "I assure you it's sister.

Ask anyone--ask your aunt." I was braced into a state of puzzled buoyancy.
"But really, you know," I said.

She was smiling, standing up squarely to me, leaning a little back, swaying her machine with the motion of her body.
"It's a little ridiculous, isn't it ?" she said.
"Very," I answered, "but even at that, I don't see--.

And I'm not phenomenally dense." "Not phenomenally," she answered.
"Considering that I'm not a--not a Dimensionist," I bantered.

"But you have really palmed yourself off on my aunt ?" "Really," she answered, "she doesn't know any better.