“She hasn't got a name, she's not worth one,” said the man. “Are you, you fag-end o' nothing?” he shouted to the baby. The baby laughed.

“No we've been that busy, we've never took her to th' registry office,” came the woman's voice. “She was born on th' boat here.”

“But you know what you're going to call her?” asked Ursula.

“We did think of Gladys Em'ly,” said the mother.

“We thought of nowt o' th' sort,” said the father.

“Hark at him! What do you want?' cried the mother in exasperation.

“She'll be called Annabel after th' boat she was born on.”