"Who are you?" asked the girl.
He looked up at her calmly. His face was round and chubby and his eyes were big, blue, and earnest.
"I'm Button-Bright," said he.
"But what's you real name?" she inquired.
"Button-Bright."
"That isn't a really-truly name!" she exclaimed.
"Isn't it?" he asked, still digging.
"'Course not. It's just a—a thing to call you by. You must have a name."
"Must I?"
"To be sure. What does your mamma call you?"