The baby looked up and began crowing with delight.
"Oh, bless the darling; it knows its name!" cried Mrs. Tompkins. "Poor little thing, it has seldom heard it lately. Irene! Irene! Irene!"
The baby, laughing and shouting, reached out its arms to the lady, who caught it up and pressed it to her heart.
"Oh, mamma!" cried Oleah, running into the room, with his brother at his heels, "me and Abner have just been talking about what to call the baby. He wants to call it Tommy, and that's a boy's name, ain't it, mamma?"
"Of course it is—"
"And our baby is a girl, and must have a girl's name, musn't it, mamma?"
"Yes."
"I just said Tommy was a nice name; if our baby was a boy we'd call it Tommy," explained Abner.
"But the baby has a name—a real pretty name," said the mother.
"A name! a name! What is it?" the brothers cried, capering about, and setting the baby almost wild with delight.