At any rate, she did not seem quite decided in her mind about it herself, for she had not been with us more than two weeks before she expressed a desire to be called Clare.

This longing of her heart, however, was denied her.

So Euphemia, who was always correct, called her Pomona.

I did the same whenever I could think not to say Bologna--which seemed to come very pat for some reason or other.
As for the boarder, he generally called her Altoona, connecting her in some way with the process of stopping for refreshments, in which she was an adept.
She was an earnest, hearty girl.

She was always in a good humor, and when I asked her to do anything, she assented in a bright, cheerful way, and in a loud tone full of good-fellowship, as though she would say: "Certainly, my high old cock! To be sure I will.