"All you can do is to sit tight and hold on, I guess," Janice said. "That is what daddy says he does when things look stormy for him."
"But, you see, it means so much to us," said the boy, shaking his head. "Jicksy! And me with such a miserable old name!"
"Why, Gummy!"
"How'd you like to be called Zerubbabelbubble, or something like that?" he demanded. "Nice enough for you. 'Janice'! That's a fancy name. But 'Gumswith'! Jicksy!"
"Why, Gummy!" exclaimed the girl again, didn't know you hated it so."
"I do. I don't talk about it. I know Pa gave it to me because he thought a heap of his half brother. And Uncle John Gumswith was a nice man, I guess. He set my father up in business in the first place, when he was married."
"Oh, is that so, Gummy?'
"Yes! Don't kick about the old name before Momsy. You see, I guess Uncle John wanted them to name a boy after him; and maybe they thought if they did so it might do me some good sometime."
"Oh, Gummy! That your uncle would give you money because you were named after him?"
"Yes," said Gummy, nodding. "I don't know. But—"