"Yes, that must have been delightful," agreed Uncle Samuel. "What's
his name?"

"We haven't given him one yet. Wouldn't you think of one, Uncle
Samuel?"

The uncle considered the dog. The dog, with grave and scornful eyes,
considered the uncle.

"Well, if you really ask me," said that gentleman, "if you name him
by his character I should say Hamlet would be as good as anything."

"What's Hamlet?" asked Jeremy.

"He isn't anything just now. But he was a prince who Was unhappy
because he thought so much about himself."

"Hamlet'11 do," said Jeremy comfortably. "I've never heard of a dog
called that, but it's easy to say."

"Well, I must go," said Uncle Samuel, making one of his usual sudden
departures. "Glad to have seen the animal. Good-bye."

He vanished.

"Hamlet," repeated Jeremy thoughtfully. "I wonder whether he'll like
that-"

His attention, however, was caught by the Jampot's sudden outburst.