"What is in a name?" demanded one of the girls.
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet would it not?" said another.
"Yes," said Meg, bewildered.
"Where did you live!" questioned one.
Meg remained mute. Again her promise to the mysterious stranger sealed her lips.
"Up a tree," suggested one.
"Second branch," said another with a laugh.
"Letters to you came addressed 'Miss What's-her-name, second branch, fourth tree, on the right side of the road,'" cried a third.
This description of Meg's late abode was greeted by peals of laughter.