"Yes; Uncle Harry gave her to me for a birthday present. Isn't she nice? She has curls, cook!"
"Oh, she is a beauty!" said cook. "What's her name?"
"I don't know," said the child; "I can't think what would be the nicest name. What would you call her if she was your dolly, cook?"
"Oh, Emma, or Sarah, or Jane, or something of that sort," said cook, laughing.
"I don't think those are very pretty names," said the little girl; "I would like her to have quite a new name, that I never heard before."
"Well, we must think about it," said cook. "I must go and take the clothes out now, and let these children go."
"Who is that little girl, cook," whispered the child.
"She has brought the clothes from the mangle: her mother mangles them."
"What is her name, cook?" whispered Ellie again.
"I don't know, Miss Ellie; you'd better ask her," said cook.