And the deeper I got into the thing the more I wabbled about from one name to another, until I wondered how people had the nerve to give their children some of the tags you hear--Percy, Isadore, Lulu, Reginald, and so on. And do it so casual, too. Why, I knew of a couple who named their three girls after parlor-cars; and a gink in Brooklyn who called one of his boys Prospect, after the park. Think of loadin" a helpless youngster with anything freaky like that!

Besides, how were you going to know that even the best name you could pick wouldn"t turn out to be a misfit? About the only Percy I ever knew in real life was a great two-fisted husk who was foreman of a stereotypin" room; and here in the Corrugated Buildin", if you"ll come in some night after five, I can show you a wide built scrub lady, with hair redder"n mine and a voice like a huckster--her front name is Violet. Yet I expect, when them two was babies, both those names sounded kind of cute. I could see where it would be easy enough for me to make a mistake that it would take a court order to straighten out.

So, when Vee asks if I"ve made any choice yet I had to admit that I"m worse muddled up on the subject than when I started in. All I can do is hand over a list I"ve copied down on the back of an envelop with every one of "em checked off as no good.

"Let"s see," says Vee, glancin" "em over curious. "Lester. Why, I"m sure that is rather a nice name for a boy."

"Yes," says I; "but after I put it down I remembered a Lester I knew once. He was a simp that wore pink neckties and used to write love-letters to Mary Pickford."

"What about Earl?" she asks.

"Too flossy," says I. "Sounds like you was tryin" to let on he belonged to the aristocracy."

"Well, Donald, then," says she. "That"s a good, sensible name."

"But we ain"t Scotch," I objects.

"What"s the matter with Philip?" says Vee.

"I can never remember whether it has one _l_ and two _p_"s or the other way round."

"But you haven"t considered any of the common ones," goes on Vee, "such as John or William or Thomas or James or Arthur."

"Because that would mean he"d be called Bill or Tom or Art," says I.

"Besides, I kind of thought he ought to have something out of the usual run--one you wouldn"t forget as soon as you heard it."

"If I may suggest," breaks in Auntie, "the custom of giving the eldest son the family name of his mother is rather a good one. Had you considered Hemmingway?"

I just gasps and glances at Vee. What if she should fall for anything like that! Think of smotherin" a baby under most of the alphabet all at one swoop! And imagine a boy strugglin" through schooldays and vacations with all that tied to him.

Hemmingway! Why, he"d grow up round-shouldered and knock-kneed, and most likely turn out to be a floor-walker in the white goods department, or the manager of a gift-shop tearoom. Hemmingway!

Just the thought of it made me dizzy; and I begun breathin" easier when I saw Vee shake her head.

"He"s such a little fellow, Auntie," says she. "Wouldn"t that be--well, rather topheavy?"

Which disposes of Auntie. She admits maybe it would. But from then on, as the news seems to spread that we was havin" a kind of deadlock with the namin" process, the volunteers got busy. Old Leon Battou, our butler-cook, hinted that his choice would be Emil.

"For six generations," says he, "Emil has been the name of the first-born son in our family."

"That"s stickin" to tradition," says I. "It sounds perfectly swell, too, when you know how to p.r.o.nounce it. But, you see, we"re foundin" a new dynasty."

Mr. Robert don"t say so outright, but he suggests that Ellins Ballard wouldn"t be such a bad combination.

"True," he adds, "the governor and I deserve no such distinction; but I"m sure we would both be immensely flattered. And there"s no telling how reckless we might be when it come to presenting christening cups and that sort of thing."

"That"s worth rememberin"," says I. "And I expect you wouldn"t mind, in case you had a boy to name later on, callin" him Torchy, eh!"

Mr. Robert grins. "Entry withdrawn," says he.

How this Amelia Gaston Leroy got the call to crash in on our little family affair, though, I couldn"t quite dope out. We never suspected before that she was such an intimate friend of ours. Course, since we"d been livin" out in the Piping Rock section we had seen more or less of her--more, as a rule. She was built that way.

Oh, yes. Amelia was one of the kind that could bounce in among three or four people in a thirty by forty-five living-room and make the place seem crowded. Mr. Robert"s favorite description of her was that one half of Amelia didn"t know how the other half lived. To state it plain, Amelia was some whale of a girl. One look at her, and you did no more guessin" as to what caused the food shortage.

I got the shock of my life, too, when they told me she was the one that wrote so much of this mushy magazine poetry you see printed. For all the lady poetesses I"d ever seen had been thin, shingled-chested parties with mud-colored hair and soulful eyes.

There was nothing thin about Amelia. Her eyes might have been soulful enough at times, but mostly I"d seen "em fixed on a tray of sandwiches or a plate of layer cake.

They"d had her up at the Ellinses" once or twice when they were givin"

one of their musical evenin"s, and she"d spouted some of her stuff.

Her first call on us, though, was when she blew in last Sunday afternoon and announced that she"d come to see "that dear, darling man child" of ours. And for a girl of her size Amelia is some breeze, take it from me.

Honest, for the first ten minutes or so there I felt like our happy little home had been hit by a young tornado.

"Where is he?" she demands. "Please take me at once into the regal presence of his youthful majesty."

I noticed Vee sizin" her up panicky, and I knew she was thinkin" of what might happen to them spindle-legged white chairs in the nursery.

"How nice of you to want to see him!" says Vee. "But let me have Baby brought down here. Just a moment."

And she steers her towards a solid built davenport that we"d been meanin" to have reupholstered anyway. Then we was treated to a line of high-brow gush as Amelia inspects the youngster through her sh.e.l.l lorgnette and tries to tell us in impromptu blank verse how wonderful he is.

"Ah, he is one of the sun children, loved of the high G.o.ds," says she, rollin" her eyes. "He comes to you wearing the tints of dawn and trailing clouds of glory. You remember how Wordsworth puts it?"

As she fires this straight at me, I has to say something.

"Does he?" I asks.

"I am always impressed," she gurgles on, "by the calm serenity in the eyes of these little ones. It is as if they----"

But just then Snoodlekins begins screwin" up his face. He"s never been mauled around by a lady poetess before, or maybe it was just because there was so much of her. Anyway, he tears loose with a fine large howl and the serenity stuff is all off. It takes Vee four or five minutes to soothe him.

Meanwhile Miss Leroy gets around to statin" the real reason why we"re bein" honored.

"I understand," says she, "that you have not as yet chosen a name for him. So I am going to help you. I adore it. I have always wanted to name a baby, and I"ve never been allowed. Think of that! My brother has five children, too; but he would not listen to any of my suggestions.

"So I am aunt to a Walter who should have been called Clifford, and a Margaret whom I wanted to name Beryl, and so on. Even my laundress preferred to select names for her twins from some she had seen on a circus poster rather than let me do it for her.

"But I am sure you are rational young people, and recognize that I have some natural talent in that direction. Names! Why, I have made a study of them. I must, you see, in my writing. And this dear little fellow deserves something fitting. Now let me see. Ah, I have it! He shall be Cedric--after Cedric the Red, you know."

Accordin" to her, it was all settled. She heaves herself up off the davenport, straightens her hat, and prepares to leave, smilin"

satisfied, like an expert who"s been called in and has finished the job.

"We--we will consider Cedric," says Vee. "Thank you so much."

"Oh, not at all," says Amelia. "Of course, if I should happen to think of anything better within the next few days I will let you know at once." And out she floats.

Vee gazes after her and sighs.