But heedless of everything except the intolerable mystery, Daphne was already at the camp fire poised like a slim wand of blue larkspur over the old man's crouching hulk. "Must at least have been a Northerner once!" called her father, "or he'd never stand the shock of that bathing suit!" Shrugging the raillery aside Daphne clutched out with desperate intensity at the old man's multicolored shoulder. "Lost Man!" she flamed, "it's perfectly absurd for you to remember a silly little thing like how to make coffee and forget a great big important one like who you are! It doesn't make sense, I tell you? You must remember who you are! You must! You _must_! Lost Man, what is your name?" "'Lost Man,'" answered the old chap, as though it had been Smith. [117] "Yes, but where do you live?" cried Daphne. "Here," said Lost Man. "Yes, but after you leave here where do you go?" persisted Daphne. "There," said Lost Man. With a little wail of despair Daphne pointed back toward her father. "What is that man's name?" she demanded. "It doesn't matter," said Lost Man. "He has such a good face." "Yes, but what's my name?" giggled Daphne. As though just a little bit wearied by the catechism Lost Man resumed his coffee drinking. "Everything is all the same," he said. "But I tell you I won't be an 'All the Same!'" cried Daphne. "My name is Daphne! D-a-p-h-n-e! _Daphne_! Remember it now!" she admonished him. "You've simply got to remember something! . . . Daphne! Daphne! Daphne!" With a curious little chuckle and a sudden cock of his head as though trying to locate the source of so unfamiliar a sound, Lost Man [118] reached out for the great long-handled camp spider and began quite unexpectedly to thrum it like a banjo, as, shaking his shaggy mane out of his eyes, he burst into song: "Diaphenia, like a daffadown dilly, White as the sun, fair as the lily, Heigho--Heigho----" With a tiny scream Daphne swung back to ward her father. "Why, Old-Dad!" she cried. "He's calling me 'Diaphenia'! It's an old, old song! Oh, an awfully old, old English song! It's in the Golden Treasury! You learn it in college! You never in the world would know it if you hadn't been to college!" "Well, switch him back to the swearing if you'd like it better!" called her father. But already, with a leap and a run, he was on his way to prove the phenomenon with his own ears and eyes. Quaveringly, but with determinate gallantry, Lost Man's guttural old voice carried the tuneful memory. "Diaphenia like to all things blessed, When all thy praises are expressed, Heigh-o--Heigh-o." [119] The scream that Daphne gave now scared even Lost Man out of his next line.