She touched with her lips each letter of the name which Billy had just rudely carved upon the rough bark.
"That's for you, name," she continued, "because you are such a dear name."
She folded her hands after this ceremony and stood looking up at the soft blue sky across which fleecy clouds were drifting.
"You don't care, do you, mamma?" she whispered. "You would love Aunt Hester, too, because she loves me."