Phyllis, in spite of herself, laughed. "But if Nannie has lost you, won't she be worried?" she asked.
The small head nodded. "But she'll find me again," he assured her. "She always does."
"What's your name?" he demanded after a minute of silence.
"Phyllis Page."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I have ever so many more names than that."
"What are they?"
"Donald Francis MacFarlan Keith," he recited glibly; "but mostly I'm called Don."
"That's a very nice name," Phyllis agreed absently. She was still looking for the lost Nannie.