PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
"You know my name," she said, faintly indignant.
He looked puzzled. "Peggy, you mean?"
"My last name, of course."
"Oh, but I don't! I want to! What is it, please?"
She smiled scornfully. "At least be truthful, Mr. Ames!"
"Truthful? What do you mean? Don't you believe me? I give you my word that I haven't any more idea what your last name is than—than that truck horse!"
She viewed him doubtfully. "But—I thought" She paused confusedly.
"What did you think, please?"
"Nothing. That is, I thought—Leona Morrill had told you."
"Then you know that I asked her? She told me only a night or so ago that she hadn't seen you."
"She hadn't then. I lunched with her yesterday."
"But surely she didn't tell you that she'd told me your name? She wouldn't tell me a thing. She said you—didn't want me to know. Didn't you?"
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