"Why, he said, didn't he tell me so? And wasn't it great to have her
ladyship there?"

"And what did her ladyship say?"

"She said he was a dear, and I forget what else. Oh, but listen! I'll
bet you can't guess what her name is."

He couldn't. He had racked his brain for a name at once sweet enough and
possessing sufficient dignity. He had not found it for the good reason
that no such name has been invented.

"It's a long name," said Virginia, "as long as mine. I am named for
my grandmother, Mary Virginia, but they don't call me all of it." She
paused to watch two white-plumed masons on their way to the commandery
on the next block.

"Well?" said the Candy Man.

She laughed. "Oh, I forgot. Why, it is Margaret Elizabeth. The doctor
came in; she's a lady doctor, you know, and said, 'Margaret Elizabeth,
there'll be muffins for tea.' And she said, 'All right. Dr. Prue.' And
Dr. Prue said, 'And cherry preserves, if you and Uncle Bob want them,'
and Margaret Elizabeth said, 'Goody!' And I must go now," Virginia
finished. "There's Betty looking for me."

Virginia might go and welcome. He had enough to occupy his thought for
the present. Margaret Elizabeth! Such a name would never have suggested
itself to him, yet it suited her. Beneath her young gaiety and charm