“You’re perfectly horrid, John Brown; I sha’n’t play with you any more.”
“Much I care, silly Lily!”
“Well!” said Nurse, coming in again, “what is the name to be, dears? Mamma is anxious to know.”
Two heads hung very low, and two pairs of eyes sought the floor and stayed there. “Shall I tell you,” the good Nurse went on, taking no notice, “what I thought would be a very good name for baby?”
“Oh yes! yes! do tell us, ’cause we can’t get the right one.”
“Well, I thought your mother’s name, Mary, would be the very best name in the world. What do you think?”
“Why, of course it would! We never thought of that. Oh, thank you, Nurse!” cried both voices, joyously. “Dear Nurse! will you tell Mamma, please?”
Nurse nodded, and went away smiling, and Lily and John looked sheepishly at each other.
“I—I will play with you, if you like, Johnny, dear.”
“All right, Lil.”