I'm going to call it Creeper Castle." "Oh, don't!" said Marjorie.

"It sounds horrid! Makes you think of caterpillars and things like that!" "So it does! Well, Mehitabel, you name it for us.

I can't live in a house without a name." "I'd call it Bryant Bower.

That sounds flowery and pretty." "Just the ticket! You're a genius for names! Bryant Bower it is.

What's the name of your house,--Maynard Mansion ?" "Maynard Manor is prettier," suggested Cousin Ethel.
"So it is! Maynard Manor goes! I don't know anybody with prettier manners than the Maynards, especially the younger generation of them," and though Cousin Jack spoke laughingly, there was an earnest undertone in his voice that greatly pleased King and Marjorie.
"Hooray!" cried that hilarious gentleman, as they reached the Maynards' veranda.