I wish you would tell me your name, though.

I don't think I ever knew any one so well before without knowing his name." The man hesitated, and looked curiously at the sweet face upturned to his.

Then, as though arrived at a sudden conclusion, he said, "My name is Gresham, William Gresham, but my little girl calls me 'Papa Billy.'" "Then we'll make a bargain!" exclaimed Sabella, joyfully.

"That's the very name of Winn's uncle; and if I make believe you are my uncle, I shall have an Uncle Billy as well as he.

I think that's better, too, because you know a girl couldn't have but one own papa, but she might have a hundred uncles if she wanted.