Mr.Scougall very kindly allows me to choose surnames for you boys when you--when you leave us.

He says (but I fear in flattery) that I have more invention than he." And here, though bound on my word of honour not to look, I felt sure she was smiling to herself in the glass.

"What would you say if I christened you Revelly ?" "Oh, please, no!" I entreated.

"Let mine be an English name.
Why--why couldn't I be called Plinlimmon?
I would rather have that than any name in the world." "You are a darling!" exclaimed she, much to my surprise; and, the next moment, I felt a little pecking kiss on the back of my neck.
She usually kissed me at night, after my prayers were said: but somehow this was different, and it fetched tears to my eyes--greatly to my surprise, for we were not given to tears at the Genevan Hospital.

"Plinlimmon is a mountain in Wales, and that, I dare say, is what makes me so romantic.