men and
hod-carriers, with once in awhile a lawyer or labour-leader to glorify
the saints they were named for, and--Yes, begorry, Doraine's her name."

And so it was that, with an arbitrary quaintness, the babe was named
without so much as a thought of consulting the mother. They assumed a
proprietary interest in her, a sort of corporate ownership that had as
its basis a genuine affection for and pride in Cruise's widow. It did
not occur to one of them that she ought to have been considered in the
matter of naming her own child; they went to sleep perfectly satisfied
that when the question was put to a general vote on the morrow there
wouldn't be a single dissenting voice against the name they had
selected.

And Mrs. Cruise herself would be very grateful to them for the prompt
assistance they had given her at a time when she was in no condition to
be bothered with minor details!

CHAPTER IV.

The death of Betty Cruise occurred the second day after her baby was
born. In a way, this lamentable occurrence solved a knotty problem and
pacified two warring sexes, so to speak. For, be it known, the women of
the Doraine took a most determined stand against the manner in which
the men, viva voce, had arrogated unto themselves the right to name the
baby. Not that any one of the women objected to the name they had given
her; they were, in fact, pleased with it. But, they protested, this was
a matter over which but one person had jurisdiction, and that person
was Betty Cruise. If it was not a mother's privilege to name her
own child,--especially in a case where the infant's father was in no
position to decide the question for her, whether she consented or no,
then all they could say was that things had come to a pretty pass.

At any rate, they were going to see to it that the baby was not named by
a mob!

Ruth Clinton went straight to Percival.

"I hear you have named the baby, Mr. Percival," she said, prefacing her
remark by a curt "good morning."

It was the first time she had spoken to him in many days. Their ways not
only lay apart but she had made a point of avoiding him. She stopped him
this morning as he was passing the hut in which she and her aunt were to
live with two of the American nurses.

The three young women had spent several days in the making and putting
up of some very unusual and attractive window curtains and portieres;
painting the stones that framed the fireplace, the crude window-casin