“Why, you know that everything has a name,” said the little girl, staring at him wonderingly. “There isn’t any ‘it’ about anything. If you don’t know the name, you just give one.”
“O-o-of course, everything has a name,” said the boy, stoutly, “but if I don’t know it I don’t give one. I wait till I find out.”
“I don’t,” she replied, shaking her head. “I give a name to everything.”
“Did you give me a name before you heard mine?”
“Of course,” she replied, with dignity.
“W-w-what name did you give me?”
“You won’t be cross?” she said, surveying him doubtfully.
“C-c-certainly not.”
“I gave you the name of Blackie,” she said, with a glance up at his dark head.
Titus burst into a fit of laughter. “Y-y-you did that last night when you were so sleepy?”