and the little girl's E.S.,
that is certain. If we cannot discover their real names, we must give
them some ourselves."

"Oh, let them be pretty ones, by all means!" cried Ellen Barrow. "I
must not let my pet be called by an ugly name. Let me consider--it must
not be romantic either, like invented names found in novels."

"I should advise you to choose the surname first for both the children,
and then settle the respective Christian names," remarked the judge.

"Will you help us, Sir Charles?" asked Miss Barrow.

"No, my dear young lady--I propose that our committee abide by your
choice, if I am allowed to have a word to say about the Christian name--
so on your shoulders must rest the responsibility," was Sir Charles's
answer.

"It must begin with S, that is certain," said Ellen Barrow, speaking as
she thought on. "Something to do with the sea: Seagrave--I don't like
that; Seaton--it might do. What do you think of Seaworth, Sir Charles?
It is a pretty name and appropriate--Seaworth--I like Seaworth."

"So do I; and I compliment you on the selection," said the judge. "Let
the surname of the children be Seaworth from henceforth, till the real
name is discovered; and now for a Christian name for the boy. It must
begin with M. I do not like long names, and I have a fancy for one in
particular--I must beg that he be called Mark. I had a friend of that
name, who died early. Do you object to it, Miss Ellen?"

"I had not thought of it, certainly," said Ellen Barrow. "I was going
to propose Marmaduke; but let me try how it sounds in combination with
Seaworth--Mark Seaworth--Mark Seaworth. A very nice name; I like it,
and I am sure I shall like it very much in a short time." So, thanks to
Sir Charles and Ellen Barrow, I was called Mark Seaworth.

Mrs Clayton now claimed the right of naming her little charge. It was
a matter, however, of still longer consideration. Emily, and Eliza, and
Elizabeth, and a number of others beginning with E were thought of, but
none seemed to please.

"Give her the name of her mother, then," said Sir Charles.

"How do you know it?" exclaimed several voices.

"The mother of us all," replied the judge, smiling.

"Oh dear, yes! Let her be called Eva rather," exclaimed Mrs Clayton,
delighted. "It is a sweetly pretty name, and not often used."

"I meant simply Eve; but Eva is an improvement on my idea," said Sir
Charles.

"Eva, Eva," was pronounced in chorus by all the pa