"He?"
"Of course. It's got to be a boy."
"I rather hope so myself, although I should never dare to prophesy so
vehemently. But I daresay you are right. What's his name? No doubt that
detail's settled, too."
"It certainly is. He is Roger Mitchell Barton. How do you like it?"
"Great," Roger said very quickly.
But after he and Anne were in bed, and he had held Anne and assured her
of his own free will that he was glad, and Anne was sleeping with his
arms about her, Roger whispered to himself:
"Roger MITCHELL Barton!"