"Do tell me what you think it is. I shall not like it if you don't."
Levi would have dived down among the fishes if such had been her will, and he was compelled to answer,—
"Of course there is only one name for her, and your father must have chosen that."
"Perhaps not. But why don't you say what you think the name is?"
"Will you tell me if I guess right?"
"I will if you guess right the first time."
"Very well; here goes, then! Her name is the Bessie Watson, to be sure. There is no other name fit for her."
"No! How absurd you are, Levi Fairfield!" replied Bessie, blushing up to the eyes.
"No? Why, that ought to be her name, if it isn't. It's the Bessie, the Bessie Watson, or something of that kind. I know it is. Of course your father wouldn't think of calling her by any other name."
"It isn't anything of the kind, Levi. I am willing to confess that father wanted to name her after me, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted another name."