"Mm," said Jethro, gravely. "Er—what's your name, little gal—what's your name?"
"Cynthia."
There was a long pause.
"Er—er—Cynthia?" he said at length, "Cynthia?"
"Cynthia."
"Er-er, Cynthia—not Cynthy?"
"Cynthia," she said again.
He bent over her and lowered his voice.
"M-may I call you Cynthy—Cynthy?" he asked.
"Y-yes," answered Cynthia, looking up to her father and then glancing shyly at Jethro.