I have seen a young lady try faithfully for years to live down one of
these flimsy, cheesecloth names, but the harsh world would not have it.
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and while I can
imagine your little girl in future years as a white-haired and lovely
grandmother, wearing the name of Mary or Ruth, with a double chin
that seems to ever beckon the old gentleman to come and chuck his fat
forefinger under it, I cannot, in my mind's eye, see her as a household
deity, wearing a white cap and the name of Rosette or Penumbra, or
Sogodontia, or Catalpa, or Voxliumania.