"What a silly godfather he nearly had!" whispered Myra at the cradle. "It quite makes you smile, doesn't it, baby? Oh, Dahlia, he's just like Archie when he smiles!" "Oh, yes, he's the living image of Archie," said Dahlia confidently. I looked closely at Archie and then at the baby. "I should always know them apart," I said at last. "That," and I pointed to the one at the tea-table, "is Archie, and this," and I pointed to the one in the cradle, "is the baby. But then I've such a wonderful memory for faces." "Baby," said Myra, "I'm afraid you're going to know some very foolish people." II.--HE MEETS HIS GODFATHERS Thomas and Simpson arrived by the twelve-thirty train, and Myra and I drove down in the wagonette to meet them. Myra handled the ribbons ("handled the ribbons"--we must have that again) while I sat on the box-seat and pointed out any traction-engines and things in the road. I am very good at this. "I suppose," I said, "there will be some sort of ceremony at the station? The station-master will read an address while his little daughter presents a bouquet of flowers. You don't often get two godfathers travelling by the same train. Look out," I said, as we swung round a corner, "there's an ant coming." "What did you say? I'm so sorry, but I listen awfully badly when I'm driving." "As soon as I hit upon anything really good I'll write it down. So far I have been throwing off the merest trifles. When we are married, Myra----" "Go on; I love that." "When we are married we shan't be able to afford horses, so we'll keep a couple of bicycles, and you'll be able to hear everything I say. How jolly for you." "All right," said Myra quietly. There was no formal ceremony on the platform, but I did not seem to feel the want of it when I saw Simpson stepping from the train with an enormous Teddy-bear under his arm. "Hallo, dear old chap," he said, "here we are! You're looking at my bear. I quite forgot it until I'd strapped up my bags, so I had to bring it like this. It squeaks," he added, as if that explained it. "Listen," and the piercing roar of the bear resounded through the station. "Very fine. Hallo, Thomas!" "Hallo!" said Thomas, and went to look after his luggage. "I hope he'll like it," Simpson went on. "Its legs move up and down." He put them into several positions, and then squeaked it again. "Jolly, isn't it?" "Ripping," I agreed. "Who's it for?" He looked at me in astonishment for a moment. "My dear old chap, for the baby." "Oh, I see. That's awfully nice of you. He'll love it." I wondered if Simpson had ever seen a month-old baby. "What's its name?" "I've been calling it Duncan in the train, but, of course, he will want to choose his own name for it." "Well, you must talk it over with him to-night after the ladies have gone to bed. How about your luggage? We mustn't keep Myra waiting." "Hallo, Thomas!" said Myra, as we came out. "Hallo, Samuel! Hooray!" "Hallo, Myra!" said Thomas. "All right?"