The next morning when she woke up she was not alone. A little golden-haired boy with sky-blue eyes was looking at her. They looked at each other for a long time.
"Who are you?" he ventured at last.
Here was a puzzler. "Eepersip Eigleen," she answered. "I mean," she added doubtfully, "I was."
"Who are you now, then?"
"I don't know exactly."
"Why don’t you?"
"I haven't any name now. I'm just somebody. Have you any name?"
"Yes—Toby—Toby Carrenda."
"Do you live here in the woods?"
"Yes."
"In a house?"
He looked at her curiously a moment; then he said: "Yes, of course—don’t you?"
"NO!"
"How funny!"
"Yes, it is." With a little reluctance—"Will you play with me?"
Strange: here was Eepersip, who detested people, asking a little boy to play with her! It was simply that she, not having seen any children for
