"Oh, no, Granfa, not in these! Why, it would drive anyone silly to say it, let alone write it. I wish it was a girl and then she could have been called Eileen, which is nice."
Trewhella looked anxiously at the subject of the discussion as if he feared his wife could by some alchemy transmute the sex of the baby.
"I should dearly love to call the lill chap Matthew or Mark or Luke," he said. "John I don't take no account of. I do call that a poor ornary unreligious sort of a name for an Evangelist."
"I don't like John at all," said Jenny emphatically.
"Then there's Abraham and Jacob," Zachary continued. "And Abel and Adam."
"And Ikey and Moses," Jenny scoffingly contributed.
"How not Philip?" suggested old Mrs. Trewhella.
"Or Nicholas?" said May.
"Call him Satan straight away at once!" commented the father bitterly.
"I like a surname sometimes," said Jenny thoughtfully. "I once knew a boy called Presland. Only we used to call him Bill Hair. Still Eric's the nicest of all, I think," she added, returning to her first choice.