“I don’t know. I didn’t think there was any children or playmates about here; but after finding you I should not wonder if I found kings and lions and—and dwarfs and fairies.”
“I never saw any about here,” said the lad, decidedly.
“David Lindsay, don’t you want to know what my name is?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, then, why don’t you ask me?”
“Because—I don’t know—I didn’t like to.”
“Well, my name is Maria da Gloria de la Vera!”
“Oh! what a long name!”
“Yes, but it is a beautiful name, with a beautiful meaning.”
“What does it mean?”