“Name Willamilla.”
“What?”
“Name Willamilla.”
“Willamilla?” said Daisy. “I never heard it before, but it’s a right pretty name.”
“Yes’m indeed!” the coloured woman agreed enthusiastically. “Willamilla lovin’, happy, gran’ name!”
“What’s the dog’s name?” Laurence asked.
“Hossifer.”
Laurence frowned importantly. “Is he full-blooded?” he inquired.
“Is he who?”
“I guess he isn’t very full-blooded,” Laurence said. “Will he bite?”