“‘I am sorry for that,’ said the Squire, ‘for it’s a mighty pretty name. I heard it once in church, and I thought if ever I had a son I’de call him after him; but if I can’t have that—and it’s a dreadful pity—call him Trump;’ and he was christenened Trump Card.
“‘Oh my!’ sais Miss Letitia, lispin’, ‘Captain De la Cour has smashed my bonnet, see, he is setting upon it. Did you ever?’
“‘Never,’ said Di, ‘he has converted your cottage bonnet into a country seat, I do declare!’
“Everybody exclaimed, ‘That is excellent,’ and Russel said, ‘Capital, by Jove.’
“‘That kind of thing,’ said De la Cour, ‘is more honoured in the breach than the observance;’ and winked to Target.
“Miss Di is an inveterate punster, so she returns to the charge.
“‘Letty, what fish is that, the name of which would express all you said about your bonnet?—do you give it up? A bon-net-o!’ (Boneto).
“‘Well, I can’t fathom that,’ sais De la Cour.
“‘I don’t wonder at that,’ sais the invincible Di; ‘it is beyond your depth, for it is an out-of-soundings fish.’
“Poor De la Cour, you had better let her alone, she is too many guns for you. Scratch your head, for your curls and your name are all that you have to be proud of. Let her alone, she is wicked, and she is meditating a name for you and Pistol that will stick to you as long as you live, she has it on the tip of her tongue—‘The babes in the wood.’