"I only wish he would like those poor children," said she. "I care so little what our other friends think!"
Shellington pondered a moment. He reflected on Flea's beseeching face as she pleaded for Flukey, and he decided that the censure of all his acquaintances could not take his protection from her.
"No, I don't care for the opinion of any of them," he replied deliberately. "I want only your happiness, Sis, and—theirs."
"Wouldn't it be nice if we could find respectable names for them?" Ann said presently. "One can't harmonize them with 'Flea' and 'Flukey.'"
After a silence of a few moments, Horace spoke:
"What do you think about calling them Floyd and Fledra, Ann?"
"Oh, but would we dare do that, Horace?"
"Why not? It wouldn't harm the Vandecars, and the children might be better for it. We could impress upon them what an honor it would be."
"But the Vandecars' own little lost children had those names."
"That's true, too; but I haven't the least idea that either one of them will take offense, if you explain that we think it will help the youngsters."