Carter laid his forehead in her gently clasping hands without speaking. "What are you going to call him?" he asked presently. "Why, Ravenel;--didn't you know?" she answered with a smile. She had been calling him Ravenel to herself for several days, without telling any one of it. It was a pleasure to think that she alone knew his name; that she had so much in him of an unshared, secret possession. "Ravenel Carter," she repeated. "We can make that into Ravvie. Don't you like it?" "I do," he answered. "It is the best name possible. It contains the name of at least one good man." "Of two good men," she insisted. "A good husband and a good father." Her first drive in the pony carriage was an ecstacy. By her side sat the nurse holding Ravvie, and opposite sat her husband and father. Presently she made the Colonel and the nurse change places. "I want my child where I can see him, and my husband where I can lean against him," she said. "I don't come in," observed the Doctor. "I am Monsieur De Trop--Mr. No Account." "No you are not. I want you to look at Ravvie and me." Soon she was anxious lest the child should catch cold by riding backwards. "No more danger one way than the other," said the Doctor. "The back of his head goes all around." "I dare say his hair will protect him; won't it?" she asked. "His hair is about as heavy as his whiskers," laughed the Doctor. "He is in no danger of Absalom's fate." The nurse having pulled up a shawl in rear of the little bobbing head, Lillie was satisfied, and could turn her attention to other things. She laid her slender hand on her husband's knee, nestled against his strong shoulder and said, "Isn't it lovely--isn't the whole world beautiful!" They had taken the nearest cut out of the city, and were passing a suburban mansion, the front yard of which was full of orange trees and flowers. A few weeks before she would have wanted to steal the flowers; now she eagerly asked her husband to get out and beg for some. When he returned with a gorgeous bouquet she was full of gratitude, exclaiming, "Oh, how lovely! Did you thank the people? I am so obliged to them. Did they see the child in the carriage?" "Yes," said the Colonel, smiling with pleasure at her naïve delight. "The lady saw the child, and said this rose was for him." Accordingly the rose, carefully stripped of all thorns, was put into the dimpled fist of Ravvie, who of course proceeded to suck it. "He is smelling of it," cried Lillie, with a charming faith in the little god's precocity.