“No name,” she said breathlessly. “I’m me.”
“But look here, how do they call you when they want you?” He thought he’d got her there all right, Hugh said.
She giggled. “I just come,” she giggled. “I don’t need to be called. Oo! Just come when I’m wanted. Did you want me? You did, didn’t you?”
He stared at her, he was so dumbfounded. Jiminy, hadn’t he wanted her! Anyhow, hadn’t he wanted something to happen. But how had this kid known that?
“Look here, no rotting!” he warned her.
“Not rotting,” she said, sucking her finger. “What’s rotting?”
“But what’s this place?” he asked almost frantically. “Hasn’t it got a name either?”
“Oo, yes! Playmate Place.”
“It’s not!” Hugh cried. “Not Playmate Place! You’re rotting now.”
Hugh says she took her finger out of her mouth, stamped her foot and screamed at one and the same time. “It is called Playmate Place and Playmate Place and Playmate Place! So there!”