“Are you a boy or a girl?”
“I dunno.”
“You don’t know!”
“What’s the difference?”
Mr. Peter Hope stood up, and taking the strange figure by the shoulders, turned it round slowly twice, apparently under the impression that the process might afford to him some clue. But it did not.
“What is your name?”
“Tommy.”
“Tommy what?”
“Anything you like. I dunno. I’ve had so many of ’em.”
“What do you want? What have you come for?”