“Take it back,” he said.

Ursula hardened with a kind of radiance.

“No,” she said. “It belongs to little Ursula.”

And she went to the infant and fastened the necklace round its warm, soft, weak little neck.

There was a moment of confusion, then the father bent over his child:

“What do you say?” he said. “Do you say thank you? Do you say thank you, Ursula?”

“Her name's Ursula now,” said the mother, smiling a little bit ingratiatingly from the door.

And she came out to examine the jewel on the child's neck.

“It is Ursula, isn't it?”