“Halfdan Bjerk.”
“Half-dan B——, how do you spell that?”
“B-j-e-r-k.”
“B-jerk. Well, but I mean, what is your name in English?”
Halfdan looked blank, and blushed to his ears.
“I wish to know,” continued the lady energetically, evidently anxious to help him out, “what your name would mean in plain English. Bjerk, it certainly must mean something.”
“Bjerk is a tree—a birch-tree.”
“Very well, Birch,—that is a very respectable name. And your first name? What did you say that was?
“H-a-l-f-d-a-n.”
“Half Dan. Why not a whole Dan and be done with it? Dan Birch, or rather Daniel Birch. Indeed, that sounds quite Christian.”