"No, Frank, there is no room for anything here but pure joy. She has been asking God to give her one little sister, and He has sent her two; so her cup of happiness is full to the brim."
"Do you think they will wake soon, Father? I want to see what color their eyes are. What are their names?"
"We think of calling the one you have Elizabeth after Mother. She has blue eyes and will probably resemble Mother just as you do."
"And the little heavy-weight in your father's arms has very dark eyes like his, so she must be named for him—Roberta. Elizabeth and Roberta—can you improve on those names?"
"They are just the loveliest ones I know; but—but——"
"Out with it," insisted the Doctor.
"Don't you—don't you think they are——well, just a little bit too big for such teeny, weeny babies?"
"They are rather imposing names for such mites," agreed Mr. Selwyn, "but the babies will grow up to fit them, you know."
"Perhaps we might shorten them to Betty and Bobbie for the present," proposed the Doctor, with a twinkle in his eye.
"But Bobbie is a boy's name; and Mother told me a story about a naughty little girl named Betty, so I wouldn't like to call my little sister by such a name. Let—me—see. E—liz—a—beth.... Oh, I know! We can call this one Beth until she is big; and that one—," Mary knit her brows in deep thought, "how would Berta do?"