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"He calls himself 'Mein Herr,'" Sylvie whispered in reply.
Bruno shook his head impatiently. "That's what he calls his hair, not his self, oo silly!" He appealed to me. "What doos he call his self, Mister Sir?"
"That's the only name I know of," I said. "But he looks very lonely. Don't you pity his grey hairs?"
"I pities his self," said Bruno, still harping on the misnomer; "but I doosn't pity his hair, one bit. His hair ca'n't feel!"
"We met him this afternoon," said Sylvie. "We'd been to see Nero, and we'd had such fun with him, making him invisible again! And we saw that nice old gentleman as we came back."
"Well, let's go and talk to him, and cheer him up a little," I said: "and perhaps we shall find out what he calls himself."
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