"Am I to understand you, sir, that all the men, women, and children known to you are proportionately as large as yourself, and that everything is on the same gigantic scale?"
"It is exactly so," I replied seriously.
"And may I ask you to believe that I have never seen anything or anybody except upon the smaller scale which you can see exemplified in me? Did you never see any one of my size before, nor hear of us?"
"Never! except in fairy stories," I said frankly, for now he seemed to be really a very sensible little man.
"This is not a question of fairy tales, nor of joking!" he said, with great solemnity. "We are in the very midst of some great mystery. I must belong to a different race of beings—for I never heard, read, or dreamed of such enormous people. Where I live, all are like myself!"
This seemed incredible, but finally I asked, "And where do you live?"
"I live," he answered, "in the twenty-first range of precinct forty, Telmer Municipal, Waver, Forolaria; and by profession I am an Official Arranger."
"You are very exact," I said, with mock admiration.
"And where do you live?" he inquired.
"This is my home," I said; "the Alfresco, Madison street, New York City."
"Thank you," said he, with sarcastic gratitude. "I am as wise as before!"
"You know as much of my residence as I of yours!" I answered sharply.
"You cannot be ignorant of Telmer?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise at my ignorance.
"You surely know New York City?" I rejoined in the same manner. "The largest city in the United States!"
