CHAPTER IX
VICTOR
“Elizabeth,” Alec asked the next morning, as they were on their way to school, “what was that Mrs. Clyde called you just now?”
“Blue Bonnet. My name is Elizabeth Blue Bonnet Ashe. Alec, I wish you’d call me that, too, instead of Elizabeth.”
“I most certainly will. Are you named after the ranch?”
“Partly; partly after the flower. The Blue Bonnet is our State flower.”
“How jolly! But why on earth haven’t we been calling you that all along?—Blue Bonnet seems much more suitable for you than Elizabeth.”
“Oh—because.”
“You’re awfully fond of that—‘because.’”
“It’s such a convenient word.”
“From your point of view. From mine—it’s rather inadequate. See here, Blue Bonnet, is that why your uncle is so fond of whistling ‘All the Blue Bonnets’?”