“I believe, but I don’t quite know, that it means the Glory of the Truth, or something like that.”
“It is too long.”
“Yes, it is long as it is spelt and written; but not as it is pronounced, for it is pronounced Davero—Gloria Davero—and the colored folks have got it down to little Glo’.”
“Oh, I like that! Little Glo’!” said the lad, with animation.
“Do you? I am so glad! What does your name mean, David Lindsay?”
“I’m blest if I know what it means, if it means anything at all.”
“But it must mean something, David Lindsay. All names do.”
“Well, then, I will ask my grandmother.”
“Yes, do. Do you like me, David Lindsay?”
“Oh! yes, indeed I do.”