“I’m glad,” said Winona. “Did you like the moving pictures?”
“Yes,” said Vicky, “they were awfully funny. And—oh, Winona, I’ve picked out a name.”
“What is it?” asked Winona.
“Janet. Of course people can call me Vicky still, if they want to, but my real name will be Janet. I asked uncle, the way you said, and he said I did have a middle name, Janet, after my grandmother.”
“Oh, that’s splendid!” said Winona. “I’m named after my grandmother, too.”
“That makes us a sort of relation, doesn’t it?” asked Vicky.
“Why, I hope it does,” was the hearty reply.
“And there’s something I wanted to ask you about,” said Vicky—now Janet—shyly. “Alone, I mean.”
“Come over here with me, and we’ll walk up and down and talk about it,” invited Winona.
Vicky took her hand, and they strolled off down one of the wood-paths.