larks we'll have with him!"
He took Pomona into his arms, crushing the infant against her breast
and his own. But she did not mind. She did not rebuke him, she even let
him dandle her precious babe.
"Look, what is his name to be, Pomony? Let's call him Rasselas."
Pomona looked at him very doubtfully.
"Or would you like William Wallace, then, or Robert Bruce?"
"I shall call him Johnny," said Pomona.
"Oh, that's silly!" protested her brother. But Pomona was quite
positive about this. He fancied there were tears in her eyes, she was
always tender-hearted.
"I shall call him Johnny--Johnny Flynn."
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End of Project Gutenberg's Clorinda Walks in Heaven, by Alfred Edgar Coppard