"I are sawry you do not know thad Angleesh name. My father are give me those name."
"I have it! I have it!" Bobs, who had been scribbling something on paper, and repeating it with several accents, shouted that the name the girl meant was undoubtedly "Phyllis," and at that she nodded her head so vigorously, overjoyed that he threw back his head and burst into laughter, which was loudly and most joyously and ingenuously entered into by "Phyllis" also.
"So that's your name—Phyllis," said Jerry. "You are English then?"
She shook her head, sighing with regret.
"No, I sawry for those. I lig' be Angleesh. Thas nize be Angleesh; but me, I are not those. Also I are got Japanese name. It are Sunlight. My mother——" Her face became instantly serious as she mentioned her mother, and bowed her head to the floor reverently. "My honourable mother have give me that Japanese name—Sunlight, but my father are change those name. He are call me—Sunny. This whad he call me when he go away——" Her voice trailed off forlornly, hurt by a memory that went back to her fifth year.
They wanted to see her smile again, and Jerry cried enthusiastically:
"Sunny! Sunny! What a corking little name! It sounds just like you look. We'll call you that too—Sunny."
Now Professor Barrowes, too long in the background, came to the fore with precision. He had been scratching upon a pad of paper a number of questions he purposed to put to Sunny, as she was henceforth to be known to her friends.
"I have a few questions I desire to ask the young—ah—lady, if you have no objection. I consider it advisable for us to ascertain what we properly can about the history of Miss—er—Sunny—and so, if you will allow me."