"Steady on," began Reginald uneasily. "All I meant was—"
"Personally, as you know," I said to Dorothy, "I think he's a silly ass. And if you think so too—"
"I say, look here, old chap—"
Dorothy nodded. I dipped the pen in the ink.
"Then out he goes," I said, and I drew a line through him. When I looked up only Dorothy was there….
"Dorothy!" I said. "At last!"
"But my name isn't really Dorothy, you know," she said with a smile. "It's Dorothy this week, and last week it was Phyllis, and the week before—"
"Then what is it really? Tell me! So that I may know my ideal when I see her again."
I got ready to write the name down. I dipped my pen in the ink again, and I drew a line through Dorothy, and then I looked up questioningly at her, and…
Fool, fool! She was gone!