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The baptism service was over, and the family party had got into the boats and hoisted sail. The little fleet now glided out of the green bay below the island chapel. In the first boat sat the god-parents with the newly baptised infant.
"It was a strange idea to call the boy 'Christian,'" said the mother's sister to the father's sister, as she put the child's feeding-bottle to its mouth.
"Oh, it doesn't matter what one is called, and if he has the same name as the Danish King it is good enough," said the other.
"Yes, but the poor boy will have no name-day if he has no patron saint."
"That is all right, for then no one will have the trouble of celebrating it. He was not wished for and he was hardly welcome," said the father's sister.
In the second boat sat the father and mother and the two elder children, a boy and a girl aged seven and eight respectively.
"We could have done very well without another one," said the father as he ported the helm.
"It is all very well talking now," said his wife as she counter-braced the sail.