"Thank you, Meg," he said, returning the milk-jug.
"Let the child alone," again put in his sister.
"She is my property, and I shall call her as I choose," quietly replied
Cornelius. "I don't like the name of Mar-ga-ret."
"Papa said there was not a prettier name," I objected.
"That is a matter of taste," almost sharply replied Cornelius; "I think
Katherine is a much prettier name."
He reddened as he spoke, whilst his sister pushed back her untasted tea.
"He said Margaret was the name of a flower," I persisted,—"of the China- aster."
"Which you do not resemble a bit," inexorably replied Cornelius; "the garden has shorter and prettier names; Rose, Lily, Violet, etc."
"I like my own name best."
"Meg! No; well then Peg. What!—not Peg! which then?"