"Ye—s, but since I knew Esther Kern, I've lost my liking for that name. I can't bear to think of one of those lovely twins growing up into such a pug-nosed, freckle-faced sauce-box."
"Well, here is 'Evelyn,'—that is pretty enough, I'm sure."
"And Evelyn Smiley would say the baby was named for her. I'd sooner call it Peace, and be done with it."
"Then how about Edith, for Miss Smiley?"
"It's too short. Elizabeth has four pieces to it, and it wouldn't be fair to give less than four to the other one."
So the search for a name went on, and each succeeding day found Peace no nearer her goal. Whenever the busy pastor appeared for a brief chat, she had to own defeat, and beg for a little more time. One day a brilliant thought occurred to her, and the next time the preacher's shining black head appeared at the gate he was greeted with the excited yell, "What is Elspeth's middle name? It isn't right to call one baby after its mother and the other after nobody."
"Elspeth has no middle name—"
"Neither have I," sighed Peace. "When I marry, my middle name will be Greenfield, but until then I haven't got any."
"That's the way with Elizabeth."