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"Is it a boy or a girl?" she asked

"It's a girl--aren't you a girl, eh?" he shouted at the

infant, shaking his head Its little face wrinkled up into the

oddest, funniest smile

"Oh!" cried Ursula "Oh, the dear! Oh, how nice when she

laughs!"

"She'll laugh hard enough," said the father

"What is her naot a na-end o' nothing?" he shouted to the baby The

baby laughed

"No we've been that busy, we've never took her to th'

registry office," came the woman's voice "She was born on th'

boat here"

"But you knohat you're going to call her?" asked

Ursula

"We did think of Gladys Eht of nowt o' th' sort," said the father

"Hark at him! What do you want?' cried the mother in

exasperation

"She'll be called Annabel after th' boat she was born

on"

"She's not, so there," said the rinning

"Well, you'll see," he said

And Ursula could tell, by the woive way

"They're all nice names," she said "Call her Gladys Annabel

Emily"

"Nay, that's heavy-laden, if you like," he answered