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when May said, ‘Father, Johnny
will have it that a thumb can’t be a
finger, too,’ he opened his eyes very
wide ; and, stroking and _ feeling
his little son from top to toe, he
said, ‘ What’s this? What’s this
creature ?’

‘Me is Johnny, answered the
little fellow, laughing.

‘And is me a girl? asked the
good father, making a funny face.

‘No; me is a boy,’ returned the
little lad stoutly.

‘Me is a boy, and me is Johnny,
then,’ said the father. ‘Me has got
two names; and so has this thing,
too, playing with one of the fat

little thumbs. ‘ This thing is a