Evelyn looked up in her sister's face with her wonderful dark eyes, a rose flush spread over her face. “Well, I am in love,” she whispered.
Maria laughed, although she tried not to. “Well, with whom, dear?” she asked.
“With a boy. Do you think it is wrong, sister?”
“No, I don't think it is very wrong,” replied Maria, trying to restrain her smile.
“His first name is pretty, but his last isn't so very,” Evelyn said, regretfully. “His first name is Ernest. Don't you think that is a pretty name?”
“Very pretty.”
“But his last name is only Jenks,” said Evelyn, with a mortified air. “That is horrid, isn't it?”
“Nobody can help his name,” said Maria, consolingly.
“Of course he can't. Poor Ernest isn't to blame because his mother married a man named Jenks; but I wish she hadn't. If we ever get married, I don't want to be called Mrs. Jenks. Don't people ever change their names, sister?”
“Sometimes, I believe.”