She talked on to her new acquaintance till they reached the road, then he came to a standstill.
"Now where do you live? Can you find your way home?"
Bumps looked about her, then put one finger in her mouth and considered.
"I don't know this road, I'm afraid," she said slowly.
"Where do you live, child?" the young man asked impatiently.
"I live at home," said Bumps with dignity.
"What is your name? Your mother's or father's name?"
"Oh, they went to heaven years ago, we never talks about them. My name is Winnie, but I'm called Bumps."
"And your other name?"