Hattie gasped, appalled at the young man's outburst. "Of course you're not Keith. I haven't the slightest idea what your name could be, but you, sir, look nothing like a Keith." She gave an affectionate smile. "And yes, Hattie and Batty do rhyme. Batty Hattie." She giggled a bit, at the ridiculous turn of this conversation. But Hattie played along, liking the funny way he had of speaking.

She was just about to say something more to him when she was interrupted by a noisy group of travelers. Hattie paused to watch each of them enter and take their seats in the corner. Her stare was not that hostile, merely curious. She flashed a smile to the group as they all began chatting away and Hattie turned back to the strange fellow. Not Keith.