Just as he had insisted that God's "last name was Walker," so he had begun of his own accord, and for no visible reason, to call nurse "Mutton." He was always fitting names of his own invention to persons; and in his selection he was guided by a principle so obscure that Gabriella had never been able to discover its origin.
Thus his grandmother from the first had been "Budd," and he had immediately started to call Miss Polly "Pang." "Don't you want to go back to the Park, Archibald?
You must finish your walk." "Will the poor boy be there ?" He never forgot anything.

It was quite probable that he would inquire for "the poor boy" a year hence.
"Perhaps.

You might take him an apple and a penny." He stood gravely considering the plan, with one hand in his mother's and one on Miss Polly's knee.
"I'll take Pang to nurse him," he said when he had decided against the suggestion of the apple and the penny.

"He hasn't any nurse, and Fanny wouldn't like him to have hers.

I'll take Pang." "But Pang isn't a nurse, dear.