"Kate?"
She nodded.
"That's queer," he mused. "It must've been pure accident. I heard that the man I came to round up today had a girl named Kate, so I suppose that was the first name came into my head. Kate, what else?"
"Suppose," she suggested gravely, "we keep the rest for the next time."
"For our next ride?"
She looked just away from his persistent eyes: "Perhaps."
"Will your name," he went on, "surprise me as much as my name surprised you?"
"Who knows?" she retorted, and speaking she started for the front door.
"Stop." He stepped in front of her just enough to bar her way. There was a tinge of command in his voice and manner quite new. Halted, but not pleased, she waited for him to go on: "You'll come back, won't you?"
"I'll try to."