"That's a beautiful idea, darling; but I'm afraid your name would have to be signed Wychcote...."
"No.... I choose to have it Chesney for our book. I am a Chesney, too, ain't I?"
"Yes, dear; but...."
"Just for our book, mother," he pleaded. "There they'd be—our two names—close together—long after we'd gone.... Isn't life a rummy thing, when you come to think of it, mother?"
"Yes, dear. But try to go to sleep now...."
"All right-o...."
He snuggled closer, settling himself with a deep breath of determination. But suddenly he exclaimed:
"Just one thing more.... What do you think of 'Spun Glass' for the title of our book, mother?"
"Well, darling—that would depend on what the book is to be about...."
"Oh ... about life in general!..." said Bobby largely. Then with the quick drowsiness of healthy childhood he fell fast asleep before she could answer.