“And I will be his godmother, and grandpa and Dick shall be his godfathers. You know, being a boy, he will require two godfathers and one godmother. If he were a girl, the matter would be reversed. Now what do you say, my dear?”
“I thank you very much, dear Anna, for your kindness in thinking of all this. And I shall be very grateful to you and dear uncle and cousin Dick for becoming sponsors for my darling boy,” said Drusilla, earnestly.
“And the christening is to go on?”
“Certainly, dear Anna, if you please.”
“What name will you give your child?”
“If dear uncle consents I should like to name my boy for him—‘Leonard.’”
“And not Alick?” inquired Anna.
It was the first time for weeks past that she had uttered his name; and she did it now in a sort of triumph in the thought that his discarded wife had ceased to care for him.
“And not Alick?” she repeated, seeing that Drusilla hesitated to answer.
“No, not Alick,” the young mother now replied, calmly and gravely.