Why should it ?" He smiled back upon her, but there was the light of something deeper than mirth in his eyes.

"I call you my bird of Paradise," he said.
"How pretty!" said Chris.

"Quite poetical, _preux chevalier_! You may go on calling me that if you like, but it's too long for general use.

And what shall I call you?
Tell me your Christian name." "Bertrand, mademoiselle." She held up an admonitory finger.

"Chris!" "Christine," he said, with his friendly smile.
She nodded.