A bell-boy lifted Sunny to the counter, and he sat there comfortably, sure that the clerk would solve his troubles for him.
"What floor are you on?" asked the clerk capably.
"I don't know," confessed Sunny Boy.
"Well, then, give us your name."
"Sunny Boy," announced Sunny cheerfully.
The clerk laughed, and the bell-boys standing about snickered.
"No Sunny Boy registered," announced the clerk, running his finger down the register, where hotel guests write their names. "Haven't you any other name you use when you're traveling around?"
"Oh, no," insisted Sunny Boy. "Daddy and Mother always call me that—just Sunny Boy."
"But you have to have a regular name," protested the clerk. "When you go to school—Oh, you don't go to school! Well, what is Daddy's name? Your last name must be the same as his."
Then Sunny Boy understood.