Hanz shook his head negatively at the mention of these.

"It vas not goot to give a poy too pig a name; t-makes um prout ven da grows up," he said.

It was finally agreed that the young gentleman should be called Titus Bright, after the little ruddy-faced inn-keeper.

And the little man was so pleased with the idea of having his name engrafted on that of the Toodleburg family, that he promised a fat turkey and the best pig of the litter for the christening dinner.

More flip was now drank, and the merry party shook hands and parted in the best of temper.
Hanz felt that as Heaven had blessed him and Angeline with this fine boy, and so increased their joys, he must do something generous for his friends.