" I know what your beau's pretty white horse's name is," said a little boy to his grown-up sister, the other morning, "It's Damye."

"Hush, Eddie," said the horrified sister, "that's a naughty word."

"Well I don't care if it is," said the juvenile, "'that's his name, 'cos last night , I was outside the fence when he stopped at the front gate, and I heard him say, 'Whoa, damye!'"