PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
"Without me." He smiled. "I wonder how you managed, Peggy."
"It was very difficult," she sighed. "I was always conscious of a great want, Mr. Ames."
"Don't you think we could do without the 'Mr. Ames,' Peggy?" he asked.
She shook her head. "N-no, I don't think so—yet."
"Then will you tell me your name?"
"Peggy."
"Peggy what?"
"Peggy-in-the-Rain."
"Please!"
"Not to-night. You see, I want you to find me interesting, Mr. Ames, and nothing, I have been told, so interests a man as mystery. I can't hold my own with those beautiful women over there, and I certainly can't count on my costume. So I shall fascinate you by exciting your curiosity."
"You don't need to, dear. There isn't a woman here to hold a candle to you for beauty."
"Charming!" she laughed gayly.
"You don't believe it? Why, Peggy, there isn't another pair of eyes like yours in the world. They're like violets, dear, the big, blue violets
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