But she was then very young and timid; and he, wild man, not of the woods, but the cloisters, not yet civilized into the tractabilities of home.

In short, the post-chaise was ordered and the carpetbag packed.
"My love," said my mother, the night before this Hegira, looking up from her work, "my love, there is one thing you have quite forgot to settle,--I beg pardon for disturbing you, but it is important!--baby's name: sha' n't we call him Augustine ?" "Augustine," said my father, dreamily,--"why that name's mine." "And you would like your boy's to be the same ?" "No," said my father, rousing himself.

"Nobody would know which was which.

I should catch myself learning the Latin accidence, or playing at marbles.

I should never know my own identity, and Mrs.Primmins would be giving me pap." My mother smiled; and putting her hand, which was a very pretty one, on my father's shoulder, and looking at him tenderly, she said: "There's no fear of mistaking you for any other, even your son, dearest.