I should call him something good and pleasant.

Think of something good and pleasant Think of something you like very much." "O, Frosted Cake," cried Prudy: "wouldn't that be pleasant?
Susy loves that." "I should like to name him for the American Eagle," said Susy, who had heard some patriotic speeches from her cousin Percy; "only you couldn't pet that name, could you ?" "You might call him Don Carlos, or Don Pedro," suggested Mr.Parlin.
"No, papa; only think of Donny: that is like Donkey! You haven't any long ears, _have_ you, pony?
If you had, I'd call you Little Pitcher, for 'little pitchers have great ears.' That makes me think of Mr.Allen, auntie.

How big his ears are, you know?
_Is_ it because his teacher pulled them so ?" "O, call him 'Gustus,'" cried Prudy.
"But that would soon be Gusty," said aunt Madge, "and would sound too much like the east wind." "Dear me," sighed Susy; "who'd ever think it was such hard work to find names ?" "O, look," said Prudy, as they passed a jaded old horse; "there is a pony just exactly like this! Only it's twice as big, you know, and not a _bit_ such a color!" "Well, there, Prudy," said Susy, disdainfully, "I thought, when you began to speak, you was going to tell something! Why don't you wait till you have something to say?
Please give me a list of names, papa." "There's Speedwell, Lightfoot, Zephyr, Prince, Will-o'-the-wisp--" "I might call him Wispy," broke in Susy.

"Zephyr is good, only it makes you think of worsteds." "Now, listen," said aunt Madge; "you might call him Elephant, just for sport, because he is in reality so very little.

Or, on the other hand, you might find the least speck of a name, like Firefly, or Midge." "I don't like any of those," replied Susy, still dissatisfied.
"I see," said aunt Madge, laughing, "nothing will please you but a great name.