“Pem!” he called, “can't y'hear?”

“What?” came the short answer.

“What about 'Ursula'?” he grinned.

“What about what?” came the answer, and the woman appeared in the doorway, ready for combat.

“Ursula — it's the lass's name there,” he said, gently.

The woman looked the young girl up and down. Evidently she was attracted by her slim, graceful, new beauty, her effect of white elegance, and her tender way of holding the child.

“Why, how do you write it?” the mother asked, awkward now she was touched. Ursula spelled out her name. The man looked at the woman.