of attesting a loyal spirit, but with Mrs Murchison more
particular motives operated. The Marquis of Lorne was
not only the deputy of the throne, he was the son-in-law
of a good woman of whom Mrs Murchison thought more, and
often said it, for being the woman she was than for being
twenty times a Queen; and he had made a metrical translation
of the Psalms, several of which were included in the
revised psalter for the use of the Presbyterian Church
in Canada, from which the whole of Knox Church sang to
the praise of God every Sunday. These were circumstances
that weighed with Mrs Murchison, and she called her son
after the Royal representative, feeling that she was
doing well for him in a sense beyond the mere bestowal
of a distinguished and a euphonious name, though that,
as she would have willingly acknowledged, was "well enough
in its place."

We must take this matter of names seriously; the Murchisons
always did. Indeed, from the arrival of a new baby until
the important Sunday of the christening. nothing was
discussed with such eager zest and such sustained interest
as the name he should get--there was a fascinating list
at the back of the dictionary--and to the last minute it
was problematical. In Stella's case, Mrs Murchison actually
changed her mind on the way to church; and Abby, who had
sat through the sermon expecting Dorothy Maud, which she
thought lovely, publicly cried with disappointment. Stella
was the youngest, and Mrs Murchison was thankful to have
a girl at last whom she could name without regard to her
own relations or anybody else's. I have skipped about a