"You are more likely to forget me than I am to forget you, Sibyl." She flushed.

"What do you mean, Jim ?" she asked.
"You have a new friend, I hear.

Who is he?
Why have you not told me about him?
He means you no good." "Stop, Jim!" she exclaimed.

"You must not say anything against him.

I love him." "Why, you don't even know his name," answered the lad.