"Oh, I thought it was always 'William and Mary.' Or else 'Victoria and Albert.'"
"I didn't say 'Alice AND Mary,' stoopid. I said 'Alison,' a Scotch name."
"But how perfectly sweet! Why weren't you MY godfather? Would you have given me a napkin ring?"
"Probably. I will now, if you like. Then you approve of 'Alison
Mary'?"
"I love it. Thank you very much. And will you always call me
'Alison' in future?"
"I say," I began in alarm, "I'm not giving that name to you. It's for my godchild."
"Oh no! 'Alisons' are ALWAYS fair."
"You've just made that up," I said suspiciously. "How do you know?"
"Sort of instinct."
"The worst of it is, I believe you're right."