"How perfectly funny! You _have_ evened things up, after all.

To think that Mary Jane should be a--" She paused and flashed almost angrily suspicious eyes into his face.

"But mine _was_ 'Billy,'" she cried.

"Your name isn't really--Mary Jane' ?" "I am often called that." His brown eyes twinkled, but they did not swerve from their direct gaze into her own.
"But--" Billy hesitated, and turned her eyes away.

She saw then that many curious glances were already being flung in her direction.