"Mary?"
"Yes. That suits better, it seems to me."
The silent astonishment of her companions evidently troubled her. She added:
"Besides, we are going to America now. There they say Mary."
"But you were baptised Marit," put in her father at last.
"What does that matter?"
"It stands in your certificate of baptism, child," added Mrs. Dawes; "it is your name."
"Yes, it is in the certificate, no doubt—but not in me."
"This grieves your father, child."