"Never mind, dear, I'll find your home. What is your father's name?"
Bobby's big brown eyes opened wide and he stared at her unblinking for a while.
"Got none," he answered at last.
"Then your mother. What is her name?"
"Got none," he repeated.
"But she must have a name. Tell me what you call her when she sits by your bed at night and kisses you and tucks you in," coaxed the lady.
Bobby sat up straight.
"Do mothers do that?"
"Why, yes. Don't you know?" And the lady kissed Bobby.
"No'm," said Bobby wistfully.