"See ?" he whispered, holding it across, and Tom could distinguish the crudely engraved letters, TOMMY.
"-- Because I never had anything named after me," he said in his simple, dull way.

"There's a place on the lake up at Temple Camp that the fellers named after Roy Blakeley--Blakeley Isle.

And there's a new pavilion up there that's named after Mr.Ellsworth, our scoutmaster.

And Mr.Temple's got lots of things--orphan asylums and gymnasiums and buildings and things--named after _him_.

I always thought it must be fine.