When they tried to stir him up, he would answer: "I don't wish to seem unneighbourly, but it is because I have nothing to say.

My head feels quite empty.

I've almost forgotten my name." He would turn to Uncle Salters with an expectant smile.
"Why, Pennsylvania Pratt," Salters would shout "You'll fergit me next!" "No--never," Penn would say, shutting his lips firmly.

"Pennsylvania Pratt, of course," he would repeat over and over.

Sometimes it was Uncle Salters who forgot, and told him he was Haskins or Rich or McVitty; but Penn was equally content--till next time.
He was always very tender with Harvey, whom he pitied both as a lost child and as a lunatic; and when Salters saw that Penn liked the boy, he relaxed, too.