"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.