“No, I don’t think we have,” Daisy admitted reluctantly. “You see, we don’t know very many people. What’s your mamma’s name?”
“Mrs. Richard B. Thorne, and I am Barbara Muriel Thorne.”
“Oh, what a beautiful name!” cried Dulcie. “I’ve read about Barbaras, but I never met one before. I wish my name was Barbara, or else Gladys. Muriel is quite a book name, too.”
“Yes, they are pretty names,” Barbara Muriel answered, with some pride. “But Delia is rather a nice name, too,” she added, politely.
“I think it’s about the ugliest name I ever heard,” said Dulcie. “I can’t think what made me choose it.”
Barbara looked rather puzzled.
“I didn’t know people ever chose their own names,” she said. “Are you Baptists?”
“Oh, no,” said Dulcie, blushing; “we are Episcopalians. What made you think we were Baptists?”
“Because Hannah said Baptists weren’t baptized till they were grown up, and I thought perhaps they chose their own names, instead of having them given to them, when they were babies.”
Dulcie was beginning to feel rather uncomfortable, but fortunately, at that moment, Daisy came to her rescue.