"My name is Rhoda," I said, in a burst of confidence. "I live here in
this house. I was six years old yesterday."
"Were you!" he replied, evidently much impressed. "That's very old, very
old."
He went on slowly down the block, but when he turned on his way back, he
stopped again at the gate to discuss my age.
"Six, was it?" he questioned. "Well! Well! Perhaps you can tell me what
time it is."