“That might give away where you come from, eh?” put in Mercy.
“It might,” and Nita laughed.
“But what is your name?” asked Ruth.
“Nita, I tell you.”
“Nita what?”
“Never mind. Just Nita. Mebbe I never had another name. Isn’t one name at a time sufficient, Miss?”
“I don’t believe that is your really-truly name,” said Ruth, gravely.
“I bet you’re right, Ruth Fielding!” cried Heavy, chuckling. “‘Nita’ and ‘Jib Pottoway’ don’t seem to go together. ‘Nita’ is altogether too fancy.”
“It’s a nice name!” exclaimed the strange girl, in some anger. “It was the name of the girl in the paper-covered novel–and it’s good enough for me.”
“But what’s your real name?” urged Ruth.