“Oh, but I do,” he said, “only I’m so hungry. Well, what about the godmothers?”
“Why, Miss Julia and Miss Cynthia have promised to stand. Isn’t it grand?”
“Grand? Oh, I don’t know.”
“Tom!”
“Well, I suppose it is grand, but I don’t know. It’s all right if they like it. But about poor Jock?”
“Oh, that won’t make any difference, dear. They’ve promised, and I know they won’t go back. They’ll be the two godmothers, and you the godfather.”
“Of course,” cried Tom, eating away; “two godmothers and a godfather, eh, lass? that’s right, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Tom,” said the little woman, eagerly attending to her husband’s wants, “and two godfathers and a godmother if it’s a boy.”
“It’ll be a grand christening, won’t it, Polly?” said Tom.
“Oh, no, dear. Miss Julia and Miss Cynthia are the dearest and best of girls, and they have no pride. Miss Julia talked to me the other day just like a friend.”