“She's not, so there,” said the mother, viciously defiant

The father sat in humorous malice, grinning.

“Well, you'll see,” he said.

And Ursula could tell, by the woman's vibrating exasperation, that he would never give way.

“They're all nice names,” she said. “Call her Gladys Annabel Emily.”

“Nay, that's heavy-laden, if you like,” he answered.

“You see!” cried the woman. “He's that pig-headed!”

“And she's so nice, and she laughs, and she hasn't even got a name,” crooned Ursula to the child.