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“Avis⁠—”

“You must not call me that.”

“Why not? It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Yes⁠—to my friends.”

“Aren’t we friends⁠—Avis?”

“We! We have not known each other long enough, Mr. Townsend.”

“Oh, what’s the difference? We are going to be friends, aren’t we⁠—Avis?”

“Why⁠—why, I am sure I don’t know.”

“Gracious gravy, what an admirable colour you have, Avis! Well⁠—I know. And I can inform you, quite confidentially, Avis, that we are not going to be⁠—friends. We are going to be⁠—”

“We are going to be late for luncheon,” said she, in haste. “Good morning, Mr. Townsend.”