But I have your number.

Would you like me to tell you a few things?
Oh, I have your _dossier_, all right.

Let me see.

The first time I carried you you were an infant howling abominably.

You were lifted in somewhere in the 'Fifties,' and three blocks farther down a fat old man got out, muttering, 'Why don't they keep those brats off the stages!' The next time you were still howling.