My name is Green." Green! The word darted at her like an imp of mischief.

The romantic dropped to the prosaic with a suddenness that provoked in her an almost irresistible desire to laugh.
She controlled it swiftly, but she was fully aware that she had not hidden it as she rose to her feet and offered her hand to her cavalier.
"How do you do, Mr.Green?
My name is Moore--Miss Moore.

Will you allow me to thank you for saving my life ?" Her voice throbbed a little; tears and laughter were almost equally near the surface at that moment.

She was extremely disgusted with herself for her lack of composure.
Then again, as his hand grasped hers, she forgot to criticize.

"I say, please don't!" he said.