"You are."
"Not if I know myself."
"You are, too, Mr. Hodge Podge. That's what you told me. Don't you remember your own name?"
He remembered all about it now, and he laughed so heartily at the recollection, that he dropped the reins, and had to get down to pick them up, which pleased Flora very much. When the reins dropped, the limping horse stood still.
"I didn't know it was you, Miss Fiddle-de-dee," he said, as he mounted to his seat, and urged him into a jog again.
"How is Deacon Brown?"
"He is pretty well, I thank you. My name is Flora Lee."
"And how are all the Sunday children?"
"Oh! they are pretty well, I thank you too. And I am; and Dinah is. She is asleep."
"You have had your face washed since I saw you last. That is the reason I didn't know you. I never saw you with a clean face before."