"They are to say?" said Fanny, with great curiosity, "how do you say them?" But before George could answer the question, the baby was brought in, and the subject dropped.
The little one was petted, praised, and passed from hand to hand with an affectionate eagerness which showed plainly that she was not generally considered a nuisance, and at last all protested that it was high time she had a name.
"I shall not call her Bridget, to please George," said mamma.
"But it would not please me, dear mother, to have you call her Bridget. I see no more propriety in calling her Bridget than in calling her Eulalie, or Genevieve, or Inez."
"I think I will call her Elizabeth Tudor; she was a good Protestant."
"I doubt very much Elizabeth's being what you would call a good Protestant," returned George merrily; "but if you call baby after her, I shall immediately put her under the protection of St. Elizabeth."
"Who was St. Elizabeth?" asked Fanny.
"She was a Hungarian princess, and very pious. She washed the saints' feet and tended the sick and poor with her own hands."
"If it was a boy, I would call him Cranmer," said mamma.