"Ah, ha!" said Mr. Roger Raleigh; "what have we here?"
The child still looked in his face, but vouchsafed, in her swinging, no reply.
"What is the little lady's name?" he asked then.
This query, apparently more comprehensible, elicited a response. She informed him that her name was "Dymom, Pink, and Beauty."
"Indeed! And anything else?"
"Rose Pose," she added, as if soliciting the aid of memory by lifting her hands near her temples.
"Is that all?"
"Little silly Daffodilly."
"No more?"
"Rite."