"What will you name me, then?" said Jerry, looking as though he could devour her. "What you call me shall be my name."
A-tae trembled, as she cast a timorous glance towards her basket-bearer, and replied, "I call you Sho" (beautiful eyes), saying which she laughed, and added, "but surely you will not take that name?"
"I'll call myself any thing you choose to name me."
"Then I give you this,—Yung-Yung" (good-humoured face).
And what may I call you?"
"Me! Don't you know?" said the pretty girl, looking at Yung-Yung in a manner which made his heart bump again.
"What! not know my name?"
"I do not. I am a wanderer and a stranger here."
"Poor fellow. Have you no friends?"
"None here. Will you be my friend?"