"Do you know," she said, after a time, "I am—almost weakening about giving our money for a Home. Somehow, I'd so like for you to have it, so that—"
She felt a little shiver run through him.
"No, no! I could not bear to touch it. We shall be far happier—"
"You could stop work, buy yourself comforts, pleasures, trips. It is a mad thing," she teased, "to give away money.... Oh, little Doctor—I can't breathe if you hold me—so tight."
"About the name," he said presently, "I—dislike to oppose you, but I cannot—I cannot—"
"Well, I've decided to change it, Henry, in deference to your wishes."
"I am extremely glad. I myself know a name—"
"Instead of calling it the Henry G. Surface Home—"
Suddenly she drew away from him, leaving behind both her hands for a keepsake, and raised to him a look so luminous and radiant that he felt himself awed before it, like one who with impious feet has blundered upon holy ground.
"I am going to call it the Henry G. Surface Junior Home. Do you know any name for a Home so pretty as that?"