"Avis—"
"You must not call me that."
"Why not? It's your name, isn't it"
"Yes,—to my friends."
"Aren't we friends—Avis?"
"We! We have not known each other long enough, Mr. Townsend."
"Oh, what's the difference? We are going to be friends, aren't we—Avis?"
"Why—why, I am sure I don't know."
"Gracious gravy, what an admirable colour you have, Avis! Well,—I know. And I can inform you, quite confidentially, Avis, that we are not going to be—. friends. We are going to be—"
"We are going to be late for luncheon," said she, in haste.
"Good-morning, Mr. Townsend."