"If there were people like you."

"We don't even know each other's names," she remarked with a descent

to matters of fact.

Yours is the prettiest name in the world."

How do you know?"

It must be--anyhow."

It is rather pretty you know--it's Christabel."

What did I tell you?"

And yours?"

Poorer than I deserve. It's Alfred."

I can't call you Alfred."

Well, Polly."

It's a girl's name!"

For a moment he was out of tune. "I wish it was!" he said, and could

The History of Mr Polly