'Sakes alive!' ejaculated his grandmother. 'And who may you be wanting to
christen?'

'It isn't for a baby; a boy about as old as me. What do you think's an
ugly name?'

'I don't think any name is very ugly,' his mother said. 'If you like a
person, their name always seems to fit. I knew two boys named Tobiah and
Eli. I didn't like the names at first, though they are Bible ones, but
when I got to know and like the boys I liked the names.'

'I want a much more hideous name,' asserted Teddy; 'some name that would
describe a very wicked person.'

'I hope you are not going to call any one by it,' observed his
grandmother suspiciously.

Teddy lifted his blue eyes up to her solemnly. 'I expect I'll find one
for myself,' he said; and nothing more could be got out of him.

After dinner, a half-holiday having been given the school-children, Teddy
stole out to the woods. When out of sight he began a brisk conversation
with himself, as was his wont; and it may give us an insight into his
busy brain if we listen.

'Blackey might do, or Goggles, or Grubby, or Nigger, or Toad. I want to
have some name, else I shan't be able to talk to him so well. I wish
mother had helped me; it's very differcult. I can't seem to think of a
name quite ugly enough. I expect p'raps Mr. Upton could tell me. I'll
wait and ask him. I hope I shan't have to wait long, for I want it all