"Ready for tub, Petty? I'll start it up."
"Snyder, you're too good to me!" said Doré, rousing herself from her reveries.
"Huh! Wish I could! Hot or cold?"
But Doré, catching her wrist, detained her, her curiosity excited.
"You're the queerest thing I ever knew!" she said, looking at her fixedly.
"That's right, too!"
"Why do you insist upon my calling you Snyder?"
"Don't like to get fond of people," said the other shortly.
"Why not?"
"Too long a story."