“I think it’s real nice,” said Doris, “and Teddo was a real nice man.”
“Oh, yes, I know! but, all the same, we’re not going to call it after Teddo.”
“I like Ronald,” said Eva.
“No, my pet lamb’s named Ronald. He can’t have that,” answered Eileen. “I don’t know whatever we can call him,” she went on, anxiously.
So they went through a lot more names till they became quite cross, and they decided to leave the old name, and let someone else find one. And so the days wore on till the wonderful brother arrived.
And then the joy and the criticisms.
“Isn’t he a darling, and a little dear, and a beauty?” and all kinds of endearing terms were lavished on him, and he was just like some of them thought he would be, and real different to what others thought, and he proved a great entertainment to them.
“Why, he’s got a little red face just like Teddo’s,” cried Doris.
“He hasn’t,” cried Eileen. “He has a lovely, pinkish face.”
“He’s just like a little angel,” said Eva, “and I’m sure Teddo wasn’t like an angel.”