"Some other time you must tell me so much.

I've so many questions to ask.

You'll do that, won't you ?" "Why do you ask ?" "Now I must go to father.

He may be uneasy." She held out her hand.
"Good night--what _do_ you think of me?
Am I a rude girl ?" "I heard your father call you Lucy.

That's your name, isn't it ?" "Yes." "And I may call you that, may I not?
You know these ship-board acquaintances don't wait on ceremony." "But I don't know your name, either.