thousandth of a chance, to be the right one, I should be _so_ happy!

CAMPBELL. The right what, madam?

MRS. ROBERTS. The right Willis Campbell.

CAMPBELL. I hope I'm not the wrong one; though after a week's pull on
the railroad it's pretty hard for a man to tell which Willis Campbell he
is. May I ask if your Willis Campbell had friends in Boston?

MRS. ROBERTS (eagerly). He had a sister and a brother-in-law and a
nephew.

CAMPBELL. Name of Roberts?

MRS. ROBERTS. Every one.

CAMPBELL. Then you're--

MRS. ROBERTS (ecstatically). Agnes!

CAMPBELL. And he's--

MRS. ROBERTS. Mr. Roberts!

CAMPBELL. And the baby's--

MRS. ROBERTS. Asleep!

CAMPBELL. Then _I_ am the right one.