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Simpson looked at the baby as if fascinated, and the baby stared back at him. It was a new experience for both of them.

“He’s just like Archie,” he said at last, remembering my advice. “Only smaller,” he added.

4 hrs. 2 min. 7 sec.

“I can see you, baby,” he said. “Goo-goo.”

Myra came and rested her chin on my shoulder. Silently I pointed to the finishing place on my watch, and she gave a little gurgle of excitement. There was only one minute left.

“I wonder what you’re thinking about,” said Simpson to the baby. “Is it my glasses you want to play with?”

“Help!” I murmured. “This will never do.”

“He just looks and looks. Ah! but his Uncle Samuel knows what baby wants to see.” (I squeezed Myra’s arm. 4 hrs. 3 mins. 10 secs. There was just time.) “I wonder if it’s anything in his uncle’s waistcoat?”

“No!” whispered Myra to me in agony. “Certainly not.”

“He shall see it if he wants to,” said Simpson soothingly, and put his hand to his waistcoat pocket. I smiled triumphantly at Myra. He had five seconds to get the watch out–plenty of time.

“Bother!” said Simpson. “I left it upstairs.”

III.–HE CHOOSES A NAME

The afternoon being wet we gathered round the billiard-room fire and went into committee.

“The question before the House,” said Archie, “is what shall the baby be called, and why. Dahlia and I have practically decided on his names, but it would amuse us to hear your inferior suggestions and point out how ridiculous they are.”

Godfather Simpson looked across in amazement at Godfather Thomas.

“Really, you are taking a good deal upon yourself, Archie,” he said coldly. “It is entirely a matter for my colleague and myself to decide whether the ground is fit for–to decide, I should say, what the child is to be called. Unless this is quite understood we shall hand in our resignations.”

“We’ve been giving a lot of thought to it,” said Thomas, opening his eyes for a moment. “And our time is valuable.” He arranged the cushions at his back and closed his eyes again.

“Well, as a matter of fact, the competition isn’t quite closed,” said Archie. “Entries can still be received.”

“We haven’t really decided at all,” put in Dahlia gently. “It is so difficult.”

“In that case,” said Samuel, “Thomas and I will continue to act. It is my pleasant duty to inform you that we had a long consultation yesterday, and finally agreed to call him–er–Samuel Thomas.”

“Thomas Samuel,” said Thomas sleepily.

“How did you think of those names?” I asked. “It must have taken you a tremendous time.”

“With a name like Samuel Thomas Mannering,” went on Simpson [“Thomas Samuel Mannering,” murmured Thomas], “your child might achieve almost anything. In private life you would probably call him Sam.”

“Tom,” said a tired voice.

“Or, more familiarly, Sammy.”

“Tommy,” came in a whisper from the sofa.

“What do you think of it?” asked Dahlia.

“I mustn’t say,” said Archie; “they’re my guests. But I’ll tell you privately some time.”

There was silence for a little, and then a thought occurred to me.

“You know, Archie,” I said, “limited as their ideas are, you’re rather in their power. Because I was looking through the service in church on Sunday, and there comes a point when the clergyman says to the godfathers, ‘Name this child.’ Well, there you are, you know. They’ve got you. You may have fixed on Montmorency Plantagenet, but they’ve only to say ‘Bert,’ and the thing is done.”

“You all forget,” said Myra, coming over to sit on the arm of my chair, “that there’s a godmother too. I shall forbid the Berts.”

“Well, that makes it worse. You’ll have Myra saying ‘Montmorency Plantagenet,’ and Samuel saying ‘Samuel Thomas,’ and Thomas saying ‘Thomas Samuel.'”

“It will sound rather well,” said Archie, singing it over to himself. “Thomas, you take the tenor part, of course: ‘Thomas Samuel, Thomas Samuel, Thom-as Sam-u-el.’ We must have a rehearsal.”

For five minutes Myra, Thomas, and Simpson chanted in harmony, being assisted after the first minute by Archie, who took the alto part of “Solomon Joel.” He explained that as this was what he and his wife really wanted the child christened (“Montmorency Plantagenet” being only an invention of the godmother’s) it would probably be necessary for him to join in too.