I got a cousin, Rachel says. She got three different names.

The Eskimos got thirty different names for snow, I say. I read it in a book.

There ain't thirty different kinds of snow, Lucy says. There are two kinds. The clean kind and the dirty kind, clean and dirty. Only two.

She got three last names and, let me see, two first names. One in English and one in Spanish…

There are a million zillion kinds, says Nenny. No two exactly alike. Only how do you remember which one is which?

And clouds got at least ten different names. I say.

Names for clouds? Nenny asks. Names just like you and me?