Instead of your child, what do you find?
Why, a dozen curs at least, who come running up to you, all answering to the name of Bob, and wagging their stumps of tails.

You see, Mrs Easy, it is a dilemma not to be got over.

You level your only son to the brute creation by giving him a Christian name which, from its peculiar brevity, has been monopolised by all the dogs in the county.

Any other name you please, my dear, but in this one instance you must allow me to lay my positive veto." "Well, then, let me see--but I'll think of it, Mr Easy; my head aches very much just now." "I will think for you, my dear.

What do you say to John ?" "O no, Mr Easy, such a common name." "A proof of its popularity, my dear.