"Buzz-saw," suggested Grandfather Emerson.
"Bumble-bee," offered Mrs. Morton.
"Humming bird," suggested Helen.
"Swallow," "Hirondelle," cried both Ethels at once.
"Hirondelle? That means 'swallow,'" translated Grandfather Emerson. "You two had the same idea at the same moment."
"It's prettier than a noisy name," defended Ethel Brown.
"The swallow is prettier than the bumble bee or the humming bird," defended Ethel Blue at the same moment. "I'd rather give the machine a name that made you think of its graceful motion rather than one that makes you think of its horrid noise."
"I withdraw 'Buzz-saw.' You've convinced me," said Mr. Emerson.
"Mr. Graham says here," Ethel Brown picked up the newspaper again, "that he'd like to have the suggestions sent him by mail and that he'll decide to-morrow, and that the prize will be a ride in his hydroplane."
"Me for pen and ink," shouted Roger as he rose promptly from the table.