She ran into the house, and found Julia seated at a slim-legged desk,
writing a note.
"Aunt Julia, it's about Gammire."
"Gamin."
"What?"
"His name is Gamin."
"Kitty Silver says his name's Gammire."
"Yes," said Julia. "She would. His name is Gamin, though. He's a little
Parisian rascal, and his name is Gamin."
"Well, Aunt Julia, I'd rather call him Gammire. How much did he cost?"
"I don't know; he was brought to me only this morning, and I haven't
asked yet."
"But I thought somebody gave him to you."
"Yes; somebody did."
"Well, I mean," said Florence, "how much did the person that gave him to
you pay for him?"