"Catie."
"Catie what?"
"Catie Harrison."
"Huuh!"
She scented criticism in his reply.
"It's better than yours is," she retorted.
"It is not, too," he made counter retort. "Besides, you don't know my name."
Slowly the little damsel nodded, once, twice.
"Yes, I do. The man told me."
"What man?"