"Well, he can be a writer _and_ a cricketer. Why not? There are others.
I need only mention my friend, S. Simpson."
"But the darling still wants another name," said Myra. "Let"s call him John to-day, and William to-morrow, and Henry the next day, and so on until we find out what suits him best."
"Let"s all go upstairs now and call him Samuel," said Samuel.
"Thomas," said Thomas.
We looked at Dahlia. She got up and moved to the door. In single file we followed her on tip-toe to the nursery. The baby was fast asleep.
"Thomas," we all said in a whisper, "Thomas, Thomas."
There was no reply.
"Samuel!"
Dead silence.
"I think," said Dahlia, "we"ll call him Peter."
IV.--HE IS CHRISTENED
On the morning of the christening, as I was on my way to the bathroom, I met Simpson coming out of it. There are people who have never seen Simpson in his dressing-gown; people also who have never waited for the sun to rise in glory above the snow-capped peaks of the Alps; who have never stood on Waterloo Bridge and watched St. Paul"s come through the mist of an October morning. Well, well, one cannot see everything.
"Hallo, old chap!" he said. "I was just coming to talk to you. I want your advice."
"A gla.s.s of hot water the last thing at night," I said, "no sugar or milk, a Turkish bath once a week and plenty of exercise. You"ll get it down in no time."
"Don"t be an a.s.s. I mean about the christening. I"ve been to a wedding, of course, but that isn"t quite the same thing."
"A moment, while I turn on the tap." I turned it on and came back to him. "Now then, I"m at your service."
"Well, what"s the--er--usual costume for a christening?"
"Leave that to the mother," I said. "She"ll see that the baby"s dressed properly."
"I mean for a G.o.dfather."
Dahlia has conveniently placed a sofa outside the bathroom door. I dropped into it and surveyed the dressing-gown thoughtfully.
"Go like that," I said at last.
"What I want to know is whether it"s a top-hat affair or not?"
"Have you brought a top-hat?"
"Of course."
"Then you must certainly---- I say! Come out of it, Myra!"
I jumped up from the sofa, but it was too late. She had stolen my bath.
"Well, of all the cheek----"
The door opened and Myra"s head appeared round the corner.
"Hush! you"ll wake the baby," she said. "Oh, Samuel, what a dream! _Why_ haven"t I seen it before?"
"You have, Myra. I"ve often dressed up in it."
"Then I suppose it looks different with a sponge. Because----"
"Really!" I said as I took hold of Simpson and led him firmly away; "if the baby knew that you carried on like this of a morning he"d be shocked."
Thomas is always late for breakfast. Simpson on this occasion was delayed by his elaborate toilet. They came in last together, by opposite doors, and stood staring at each other. Simpson wore a frock-coat, dashing double-breasted waistcoat, perfectly creased trousers, and a magnificent cravat; Thomas had on flannels and an old blazer.
"By Jove!" said Archie, seeing Simpson first, "you _are_ a----" and then he caught sight of Thomas. "Hul-_lo_!" His eyes went from one to the other, and at last settled on the toast. He went on with his breakfast.
"The two n.o.ble G.o.dfathers," he murmured.
Meanwhile the two G.o.dfathers continued to gaze at each other as if fascinated. At last Simpson spoke.
"We can"t _both_ be right," he said slowly to himself.
Thomas woke up.
"Is it the christening to-day? I quite forgot."
"It is, Thomas. The boat-race is to-morrow."
"Well, I can change afterwards. You don"t expect me to wear anything like that?" he said, pointing to Simpson.
"Don"t change," said Archie. "Both go as you are. Mick and Mack, the Comedy Duo. Simpson does the talking while Thomas falls over the pews."
Simpson collected his breakfast and sat down next to Myra.
"Am I all right?" he asked her doubtfully.
"Your tie"s up at the back of your neck," I said.
"Because if Dahlia would prefer it," he went on, ignoring me, "I could easily wear a plain dark tweed."
"You"re beautiful, Samuel," said Myra. "I hope you"ll look as nice at my wedding."
"You don"t think I shall be mistaken for the father?" he asked anxiously.
"By Peter? Well, that _is_ just possible. Perhaps if----"