"Elizabeth Davenport;" she said 'Elizabeth' to be dignified, "and really my father owns the place."
"If what you say is so, I'd better go," he said somewhat sheepishly.
She relented. "Oh, I'll let you stay."
"I'm not sure I want to. I don't like girls. They're 'fraid-cats."
"I'm no 'fraid-cat," and her eyes snapped.
"How can you prove it, Elizabeth?"
"Don't call me that. I hate to be called Elizabeth."
"But you told me that was your name."
"Everybody calls me Beth. If you're nice, you may call me Beth."
"All right. How are you going to prove you're no 'fraid-cat, Eli—Beth?"