"Yes," said Mrs. Avory. "See, father dear, here's Nancy!"
The old man looked up, and his dim blue eyes met and held the sparkling eyes of the child. Long and deeply he looked into the limpid depths that returned his unwavering gaze.
"Yes, here's Nancy," said the old man.
So the baby was Nancy ever after.
IV
When Nancy had three candles round her birthday-cake, and was pulling crackers with her eyes shut, and her mother's hands pressed tightly over her ears, Edith put her elbows on the table, and said:
"What is Nancy going to be?"
"Good," answered Nancy quickly—"veddy good. Another cwacker."
So she got another cracker, and Edith repeated her question.
Mrs. Avory said: "What do you mean?"