happens—you ought to have his name. Now kiss mother—kiss mother pretty, my baby boy!"
He heard the nurse at the door. As the nurse came in, he straightened himself away from the fierce kisses. The nurse disengaged him from the clinging arms.
"He is not to be sent away. You are to keep him here," the woman directed anxiously.
"Of course; I understand that," the nurse assured her.
She led him back to the room where he had been first and went back to her patient.
Peewee sat in the increasing dusk, blinking dazedly about him. He considered first the name which the sick woman had called him—Walter. It must be, he comprehended, what persons would regard as his real name, since his mother had called him that. At the same time, boys did not necessarily bear the same first name as their fathers. He was not certain that he liked the name. He had refused formerly to recognize, except officially, the name which the court had given him. Had the sick woman, as
