It was my mother's name when she was on earth.

Do you think they call her Agnes in heaven, John ?" _"He hath called thee by thy name_, is one of the tokens given us of God's fatherhood, Lucy." "Well, John, a father must care what his children are called--if he cares for the children." "Yes, we may be sure of that." As he spoke, he was standing by the sleeping boys.

He loved both, but he loved Stephen, the elder, with an extraordinary affection.

And as he looked at the sleeping child, the boy opened his eyes.

Then a beautiful smile illumined his face, a delightful cry of wonder and joy parted his lips, and he held out his arms to John.
Without a moment's hesitation, John lifted him.
"Dear little Stephen!" he said.