It is a fanciful name, and new to the family, and I am surprised that you didn't call her Susanna, after your grandmother." Kate made a little face at the thought of being called Susanna.
However, a warning glance from Charlie closed her lips, just as she was about to express her decided preference for her own name.

Mr.
Tufton kissed them both, muttering to himself: "I suppose I ought to kiss them.

Girls always expect to be kissed at every opportunity.
"What are you laughing at, grandniece ?" "I don't think girls expect to be kissed, except by people they like," Kate said; "but we do like kissing you, Uncle," throwing her arms round his neck, and kissing him heartily; "because you have been so kind to Charlie, and have brought us up to see him again." "You have disarranged my white tie, Niece," Mr.Tufton said, extricating himself from Kate's embrace.
"Niece Mary, I fear that you have not taught your daughters to restrain their emotions, and there is nothing so dreadful as emotional women." "Perhaps I have not taken so much pains with their education, in that way, as in some others," Mrs.Marryat said, smiling.

"But of course, Uncle, if you object to be kissed, the girls will abstain from doing so." "No," Mr.Tufton said, thoughtfully.

"It is the duty of nieces to kiss their uncles, in moderation--in moderation, mind--and it is the duty of the uncles to receive those salutations, and I do not know that the duty is altogether an unpleasant one.