The under clerk answered up prompt and says--

"There ain't any such orb."

"ORB?" says I. "Why, what are you talking about, young man? It
ain't an orb; it's a country; it's a continent. Columbus
discovered it; I reckon likely you've heard of HIM, anyway.
America--why, sir, America--"

"Silence!" says the head clerk. "Once for all, where--are--you--
FROM?"

"Well," says I, "I don't know anything more to say--unless I lump
things, and just say I'm from the world."

"Ah," says he, brightening up, "now that's something like! WHAT
world?"

Peters, he had ME, that time. I looked at him, puzzled, he looked
at me, worried. Then he burst out--

"Come, come, what world?"

Says I, "Why, THE world, of course."

"THE world!" he says. "H'm! there's billions of them! . . . Next!"

That meant for me to stand aside. I done so, and a sky-blue man
with seven heads and only one leg hopped into my place. I took a
walk. It just occurred to me, then, that all the myriads I had