“We’ve got to get you a name,” announced Dot, as she unwrapped the chicken sandwiches which she had secured from the hotel. “If you can’t remember your own, we’ll have to give you one!”
“Don’t you suppose you’d recall it if you heard it?” asked Linda.
“I don’t know,” replied the girl, dubiously.
“Mary? Elizabeth? Jane?” suggested Dot.
“Dorothy? Elsie? Emma?” added Linda, at random.
But the girl’s memory was still a blank.
“Just give me one—anything you like!” she pleaded.
“All right, that’ll be fun,” agreed Dot, cheerfully. “I always thought it would be more exciting to name a real person than a doll.” She was making an effort to keep up the girl’s spirits. “What’ll it be, Linda?”
“Amy!” cried the latter. “After Amy Johnson, you know. I think she’s the most courageous woman flyer in the whole world to-day! She went from England to Australia all alone, and then went up into Siberia.”
“She certainly ‘goes places,’” laughed Dot. “I like the name of ‘Amy,’ too.” She turned to the girl. “Does it suit you?”