"What about?"
"Oh, Mary, I do wish I had not been away when you invented Paradise, then I should have had a name in the game."
"You've got a name, Chris. You're the Dwarf."
"Ah, but what was the Dwarf's name?"
"I don't know," I admitted.
"No; that's just it. I've only one name, and Arthur and Harry have two. Arthur is a Pothecary" (Chris could never be induced to accept Apothecary as one word), "and he's John Parkinson as well. Harry is Honest Root-gatherer, and he is Francis le Vean. If I'd not been away I should have had two names."
"You can easily have two names," said I. "We'll call the Dwarf Thomas Brown."
Chris shook his big head.
"No, no. That wasn't his name; I know it wasn't. It's only stuff. I want another name out of the old book."
I dared not tell him that the dwarf was not in the old book. I said: