Arnold’s face clouded. “Yes, I suppose fellows would get up all sorts of silly meanings for it. If it wasn’t for that——”
Phebe clapped her hands. “I’ve got it!” she cried. “Call it the Aydee!”
“That’s what we said,” began Toby.
“No, not the letters, Toby,” explained Phebe. “‘A-y-d-e-e,’ Aydee! I think that would be lovely!”
“That’s not so worse,” commented Arnold, reaching for a chip and his pencil. “Let’s see what it would look like.” He printed it in capital letters, viewed it, and passed it around. “I think it’s clever, Toby. Folks wouldn’t know it stood for anything, would they? It sounds like—like a name out of the ‘Arabian Nights,’ or—or something.”
“Aydee it is, then,” declared Toby. “Funny, but I was just going to suggest that myself!”
“Yes, you were!” Arnold jeered. “Like fun! That’s Phebe’s name, and Phebe will have to christen her! We’ll have a regular christening ceremony, folks, and break a bottle of—of——”
“Root beer,” suggested Toby.
“Well, something over her bow as she glides—glides——”