"But my godfathers and godmothers do not know me as" she hesitated slightly, "as the Rain-Girl."
"Thanks to the beneficent decrees of Providence, our godfathers and godmothers never know us as we are."
She nodded agreement.
"If you choose that I shall know who you are you will tell me."
"Then you don't know my name?" She looked up straight into his eyes.
"Not the G.G. name."
"The G.G. name?"
"The godfathers' and godmothers'," he explained.
Again she laughed, seemingly amused at the contraction.
"Well, my name is" she began, then hesitated.
"Yes," said Beresford.
"Lola Craven."
"Lola Craven!" He stopped abruptly and stood looking down at her, the picture of blank astonishment. "Good Lord!" he ejaculated.
"Why, what's the matter?" she enquired, looking at him in wide-eyed surprise.
Then he laughed, knowing now beyond all doubt that it was a dream.
"Shall we sit down?" he said at length.
They walked a few steps to a seat overlooking the sea and sat down. Surely this was the craziest of crazy worlds, he decided. Here was the Rain-
