Here was a puzzler. “Eepersip Eigleen,” she answered. “I mean,” she added doubtfully, “I was.”
“Who are you now, then?”
“I don’t know exactly.”
“Why don’t you?”
“I haven’t any name now. I’m just somebody. Have you any name?”
“Yes—Toby—Toby Carrenda.”
“Do you live here in the woods?”
“Yes.”
“In a house?”
He looked at her curiously a moment; then he said: “Yes, of course—don’t you?”