"To be sure I am," said Twinkle.
"But you don't talk every minute, do you?"
"Mama says I do," she answered.
"But you don't. You're sometimes quiet, aren't you?"
"'Course I am."
"That's the way with me. Sometimes I roll, and so I'm called the Rolling Stone. Sometimes you talk, and so you're the Talking Girl."
"No; I'm Twinkle," she said.
"That doesn't sound like a name," remarked the Stone.
"It's what papa calls me, anyway," explained the girl. Then, thinking she had lingered long enough, she added:
"I'm going up the hill to pick those berries. Since you can roll, suppose you go with me."