"It will grow on me," I explained. "In a year or two I shall think it beautiful."
"I'll let you have this one too," said she, picking out the best.
"Now, shall we play at something?"
I had been playing at something all day. A little thinking in front of the fire was my present programme.
"Let's talk instead," I suggested. "What's your name?"
"Betty."
"I knew it was Betty. You look just like Betty."
"What's yours?"
Somehow I hadn't expected that. After all, though, it was only fair.
"Orlando," I said.
"What a funny name. I don't like it."