"Does your father keep this hotel?" he asked after a pause.
"Yes. I am Athalie Greensleeve. What is your name?"
"C. Bailey, Junior."
"What is the C for?"
"Clive."
"Do you go to school?"
"Yes, but I'm back for the holidays."
"Holidays," she repeated vaguely. "Oh, that's so. Christmas will come day after to-morrow."
He nodded. "I think I'm going to have a new pair of guns, some books, and a horse. What do you expect?"