"Isn't it a dear?" she said, admiringly. "I think grandma will let me keep it. We haven't any cat in the house since Wallops died, and I love them."
Grandma was entirely willing that the little waif should be added to the family, and so it was legally adopted by Cricket, with all sorts of solemn ceremonies. Then came the naming it, always a serious difficulty.
"I want a very appropriate name," meditated Cricket, aloud.
"The Cat in the Iron Mask," suggested Will.
"Too long. Think of calling all that out when I want him in a hurry."
"Cantankerous," said Archie.
"No, I want a regular name."
"Can-on Farrar, then. That's a regular name, and it's a very appropriate one."
"I don't like that, either. I want just a plain, common, every-day sort of name, like George Washington."
"Very well, take George Washington, then. That is very appropriate indeed. He couldn't tell a lie, and probably your cat can't either."