"And yet," says Vee, "unless we can think of something better——"
"We will," says I. "I'm goin' through them pages in the back of the big dictionary."
In less'n half an hour there's a knock at the door, and here's a chauffeur come with a note from Amelia. On the way home she's had another hunch.
"After all," she writes, "Cedric seems rather too harsh, too rough-shod. So I have decided on Lucian."
"Huh!" says I. "She's decided, has she? Say, whose tag day is this, anyway—ours or hers?"
Vee shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm not sure that we should like calling him Lucian; it's so—so—— "
"I know," says I, "so perfectly sweet. Say, can't we block Amelia off somehow? Suppose I send back word that a rich step-uncle has promised to leave him a ton of coal if we call the baby Ebenezer after him?"
Vee chuckles.
"Oh, no doubt she'll forget all about it by morning," says she.