“My sister always calls me Bob—every one does, in fact.”
“You have a sister then. What is her name?”
“Sylvia.”
“Now that is a pretty name.”
“Not always. She gets called Silly, sometimes.”
“That’s monstrous. Is she angry?”
“Not a bit. You see these are really pet names.”
“Oh!” She was silent a moment, and then said: “And are we to be Bob and Peggy to one another?”
“I guess so, except when we quarrel. Then it will be Robert and Margaret. But it will only be until to-morrow.”
“To-morrow?”