Blue Bonnet was not ready with a reply. "You haven't told me your other name," she said. "You took advantage of me. I told you mine."
"It ain't pretty! The kids call me Gaby. That's enough. Call me that."
"How old are you?"
"Nine—comin' next August."
"August? My birthday is in August; the twenty-first."
"That's mine, too!"
Blue Bonnet looked incredulous.
"Really?" she said. "Aren't you mistaken? Certain it's the twenty-first?"
"Sure, I am. Ask her!"
He pointed to a nurse who had come to the foot of the bed.