"Sir?" she said in mock reproof, and then burst into a laugh.
"Say, you scared me all right, that time!"
"You don't look like you would be scared easy. I guess it's kind of hard to call you down."
He folded his arms and squared his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "I don't seem to make much of a hit with you!"
"Oh, you may improve!"
"Upon acquaintance?"
"Perhaps. You're not in a hurry, are you?"
"That's what I am!" He went at her now with more vigor. "I say, would you mind telling me your name? Here's my card."
He rose, and, walking over to the desk, laid down a card upon which was printed, "Mr. Gay P. Summer." Fancy examined it deliberately. Then she looked up and said:
"My name is Miss Gray, if you must know. What are you going to do about it?"