"I declare, Paul Beebe, you can be downright mean! What are you thinking?"
"And you can be such a girl!" Paul said in disdain. "Always poking and prying."
"All right, I won't ask. 'Cause I already know. So there!"
"What do you know?"
"You're trying to think of the right name for Misty's baby."
"Okay then. I reckon you got what Grandpa calls 'woman's tuition.' Now you know what's occupying my mind, whyn't you keep quiet and do your work?"
Sunday, March 11, 6 a.m. Maureen wrote again and again until her fingers were tired.
At last Paul was ready to talk. "There's three ways to do it. One is by her markings...."
"Like New Moon or White Stockings, Paul?"
"Uh-huh. And the second way is by using her family's names—like Misty Wings or Pied Phantom."