“What is it?” asked Chub.
“Well—have you noticed the sound she makes when she’s going?”
“No,” replied Chub, “she was going such a short time that I didn’t have a chance.”
“She says ‘puff, puff, puff!’ like that,” said Roy.
“No, she doesn’t,” answered Dick. “I thought that was it at first, but what she really says is ‘pup, pup, pup, pup, pup, pup!’ So I’m going to call her the ‘Pup.’”
“That’s all right,” said Chub admiringly. And Roy agreed. But Harry objected.
“I think it’s a perfectly horrid name,” she declared. “You’re just fooling, aren’t you, Dick?”
“Not a bit of it,” answered Dick stoutly. “I think it’s a fine name.” And in the end, despite Harry’s negative vote, the name was formally adopted.
“We’ll have a christening,” suggested Roy. “And Harry can be sponsor—if that’s what you call it—and break a bottle of—of something over her bow.”