"You'd never believe it if I told you," Phyllis replied.
"Well, tell me anyhow."
"I am Queen Mab,"—Phyllis dropped her voice to a whisper—"but I am masquerading as Pierrette, so you mustn't tell anybody."
"Don't be silly," was the knight's ungallant reply. "I mean, who are you really?"
"See, I told you you wouldn't believe,"—Phyllis shrugged her shoulders daintily. "I dare say you don't believe in fairies nor brownies either," she ventured, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
The words should have given the knight the hint he wanted, but he was too cross to understand it just then.
"Oh, very well," he said huffily, "if you won't tell me, you won't; but don't expect me to tell you my name either."
"I don't have to," Phyllis laughed gayly. "I know; it's Chuck."
"Well I'll be darned,"—Sir Galahad stared at her in amazement. "Then I know you?"
"I didn't say so," Phyllis teased.