"Well?" he asked, as he came up.

"Call me Judith," said the incensed young lady. "Judy is my pet name,
and I keep it for--my friends."

Launcelot gave a long whistle.

"Say, do you talk like this to Anne?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"In this--er--straight from the shoulder sort of fashion?"

"No. Anne is my friend."

Launcelot shook his head. "You can't have Anne for a friend unless you
have me."

"Why not?"

"She was my friend first."

"Oh, well," Judy shrugged her shoulders and shut her eyes again, "it is
too hot to argue."

There was a long silence, and then Launcelot said: "Don't you want to
fish?"

"I hate fishing."