“I wike dogs, too. I’m a dog sometimes, a wittle white dog and my name’s Goo-Goo.”
“That’s a funny name.”
“I fink it’s a nice name. My name is Billy Dove-Hale; Jeremy calls me Dovey.”
“You mean Mr. Jeremy Todd?”
Billy, having now withdrawn his head, was standing on tiptoe, looking over the hedge at Ellen. He ignored her question, instead asking one himself. “What’s your name?”
“Ellen North.”
“Ewen Norf,” repeated Billy. “Is you ever an angel?”
“Why, no.”
“I is sometimes, and my name is Sara Phim. I has wings and I can fly. Some day I is going up to heaven and get a wittle sister. I’d wather have one zan a dog. Daddy’s going to get me a dog some day. If you can find a wittle kitty will you bwing it to me?”
“I certainly will.”