26 THE DOLL AND HER FRIENDS.

sitting on the sofa with his feet up, and a table
before him, on which stood several books, and my _
old acquaintances the paint-box and the chest of tools.

“ Look at this, Willy ; is not this pretty?” ex-
claimed Rose, laying me down on his open book.

Willy looked up with a pleasant smile: “ Very
pretty,” he answered. “TI suppose she is to be the
lady of the new house; and with Ned’s tools, I hope
to make some furniture worth her acceptance.”

“Oh, thank you, Willy dear. And will you
help me to choose a name for her? . What do you
think the prettiest name you know 2”

“ Rose,” answered Willy, laughing ; “ but I sup-
pose that will not do. I dare say you want some-
thing very fine and out-of-the-way.”

“As fine as can be,” replied Rose; “I have
been thinking of Seraphina or Wilhelmina: which
do you like best ?”

“ Call it Molly,” cried Edward, who just then
entered the room; “ Molly and Betty are the best
names: no nonsense in them.”

“Call it Stupid Donkey,” mumbled a voice be-
hind him; and Geoffrey advanced, his mouth as
usual full of something besides words. “ Have any
nuts, Willy ?” he asked, holding out a handful.

“No, thank you,” answered Willy ; “I must
not eat them.”