"I find him very pleasant."
There was a seat next to Jennie, and Tom ventured to occupy it.
"What is your name?" asked the young lady sociably.
"Thomas Nelson, but most people call me Tom."
"My name is Jane Watson, but everybody calls me Jennie."
"That is much prettier than Jane."
"So I think. Jane seems old-maidish, don't you think so?"
"Are you afraid of becoming an old maid?" asked Tom, smiling.
"Awfully. I wouldn't be an old maid for anything. My school-teacher is an old maid. She's horribly prim. She won't let us laugh, or talk, or anything."
"I don't think you'll grow up like that."