"Not bad," said Essie.
"Perhaps we'll do it again?"
"Perhaps the moon'll drop plump out of the sky."
"Well, we'll watch it," said Mr. Wriford, "and if it doesn't we will. Let's be friends, Essie."
"Oh, we're friends, all right."
"Well, I'll pretend I'm your—young fellow. How about that?"
Essie gave a little laugh. "Likely!" she said. "You know, I believe you're a caution after all, for all you're so quiet. My young fellow! Why, I don't even know your name—your Christian name, I mean."
"What do you think?"
"However do I know? Shouldn't be a bit surprised if it was Solomon."
"Well, it isn't. What would you like it to be?"