"I might more fittingly call you Pupu-le!" she flashed back at him.
"A silly answer," thought Dick; but ignoring the inapt retort, he went on cheerfully: "Well, if you are not Pupu-le, then you must certainly be Lolo," he said.
The girl pressed her lips tightly together. "Will you kindly go home!" she said definitely.
"Well," said Dick confidently, turning to go; "you are either Pupu-le or Lolo, one or the other, that's sure; but I don't know which." And then he added, "He didn't mention how to tell you apart."
The girl suddenly put up her hand. "Wait! Who said anything like that?" she demanded.
"An acquaintance of mine, I don't know his name, someone I met at the Country Club."
The girl's lips tightened. "Just what did he say?" she asked, her eyes narrowing: "What were his exact words?"
Dick began to feel uncomfortable and to wish that he had gone home when she invited him to.
"Go on! What did he say?" she commanded.
"Why," said Dick, "I merely asked who my neighbors were, and he said that Pupu-le and Lolo lived here."
"And what else?"
"That was all."
"Who was the man?"
"I don't know his name, I told you. He was
