The next morning Anna entered Drusilla’s room, followed by Matty, bearing a large work-basket filled with cambric white as snow, and lace as fine as cobweb. “Set it down here at my feet, Matty, and go,” said Miss Lyon, sinking into one of the arm-chairs. Opposite to her sat Drusilla, and between them, of course, lay the sleeping babe in the cradle. “Here, my dear,” said Anna, calling the young mother’s attention to the contents of the basket, “I have overhauled all my bureaus and boxes in search of these materials; for you know if our baby is to be christened on Sunday next he must have a fine robe, and you and I must set to work immediately to make it.” “Oh, thanks, dear Anna, for your constant thoughtfulness of me and my babe. I have some very beautifully embroidered robes at Cedarwood, but nurse did not think it necessary to bring them, and I have none here but very plain white slips,” said Drusilla, gratefully. “Well, now get your scissors ready, for I know nothing about cutting out a baby’s robe, so you will have to do that part of the work, but I will seam and tuck and gather and trim with anybody,” said Anna, beginning to unroll the snowy cambric. And Drusilla’s nimble fingers soon shaped out the little dress, and the two young women set to work on it with as much delight as ever two little girls took in dressing a doll. When they had settled the style of the trimming to their mutual satisfaction, and had then worked in silence for some time, Drusilla looked up and said: “I wonder if dear General Lyon will like to have me name my poor discarded little baby after him?” “Of course he will. It will be a compliment paid to him—though a well-merited one to him,” replied Anna. “No, dear, it will not be a compliment paid to him, but a favor asked by me, and my heart misgives me that possibly he may not like it.” “Foolish little heart, to have such misgivings! Why don’t you set the doubt at rest by asking him and finding out what he will answer?” “No, no, Anna, I cannot do that, because he is so kind that he would be sure to give me a prompt and cheerful consent, no matter how much secret reluctance he might have to the measure.” “Then if you never propose the matter to him, I don’t see how you will accomplish your purpose.” “By _your_ means, dear Anna, I hope to do so.” “How by my means, you absurd little thing?” “I want you to find out in some other delicate way than by direct questioning whether my wish would be agreeable to General Lyon.” “I will try; but I warn you, I am a very bad diplomat.” Whether Miss Lyon was really a bad diplomat or not, she did not seem to think it at all necessary to sound the General on the subject in the manner Drusilla desired; but as she sat with her grandfather in the drawing-room that night, she suddenly said: “We are going to have our baby christened next Sunday, grandpa, and his mother wants to name him after you.”