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After a time she asked him his first name, and he told her

"I'd like to know your's too, Miss Lawton," he suggested

"I wish you wouldn't call me Miss Lawton," she cried with sudden

petulance

"Why, certainly not, if you don't want me to, but what am I to call

you?"

"Do you know," she confided with a pretty little gesture, "I have

always disliked ly and horrid I've often wished

I were a heroine in a book, and then I could have a na to let you get up one for me, but

it must be pretty, and we'll have it all for our very own"

"I don't quite see----" objected the still conventional de Laney

"Your wits, your wits, haven't you any wits at all?" she cried with

impatience over his unresponsiveness

"Well, letlike that on the spur of

the ht call you

Fay"

"Fay," she repeated in a startled tone

Bennington re

horse, and frowned