A bright, confused flush came over the mother's face, a sort of luminous shyness.

“It's not a common name, is it!” she exclaimed, excited as by an adventure.

“Are you goin' to have it then?” he asked.

“I'd rather have it than Annabel,” she said, decisively.

“An' I'd rather have it than Gladys Em'ler,” he replied.

There was a silence, Ursula looked up.

“Will you really call her Ursula?” she asked.

“Ursula Ruth,” replied the man, laughing vainly, as pleased as if he had found something.

It was now Ursula's turn to be confused.