Cecile was his antithesis--sprightly and small-framed, roguish of look and behavior, without an iota of hoidenishness about her. She was inordinately fond of her brother, and she could not understand how the Corner House girls had managed to get on so many years without one boy, at least, in the family. "Of course, you've got Neale," she said to Ruth and Agnes after they had reached the house. "And there's Sammy Pinkney," Tess put in gravely. "I'm sure he's quite as much trouble to us as a real brother could be." At this there was a burst of uncontrollable laughter. The little girls were fond of Luke Shepard, however. He had been very nice to them on that adventurous occasion when they had met him and his sister on the automobile tour; and on coming to the old Corner House for this visit he had not forgotten Tess and Dot. To the former he had brought a lovely, imaginative, beautifully bound story book, "full of gods and gondolas," Dot said with awe. To Dot herself he most tactfully presented a doll. Not a doll to take the place in any way of the beloved Alice-doll. No. Luke was too wise a youth for that. But it was a new baby nevertheless that Dot was bound to be proud of. "Oh," cried Tess, "a boy baby, Dot! And you never had a real boy baby before!" "Or such a nice looking one, at any rate," Agnes suggested. Dot, smiling "big," clasped the manly looking little manikin in its neat sailor suit and cap. She really was too pleased for speech for a minute or two. Then she said: "I'm real glad you came to see us, Mr. Luke. I was glad before. Now I'm glad _twice_." "You can't beat that kid," said Neale admiringly. But the arrival of the new doll-baby put upon the smaller Corner House girls--especially upon Dot--a duty that was always taken seriously. The naming of either new dolls or new pets usually needed the heedful attention of the entire Corner House family. The children of Sandyface, and her grandchildren, were usually an enormous care upon the little girls in this way. To name so many cats, and name them appropriately, had been in the past a matter of no little moment. Now that Sandyface had found four more eyeless, mewing little mites, only the coming of the sailor-baby, as Dot called Luke Shepard's present, made the two little girls agree to Neale's suggestion regarding the naming of the new kittens. They were christened briefly and succinctly: "One, Two, Three and Four." "For we really are too busy, and company in the house, too," said Tess earnestly, "to worry over Sandyface's new family. She _might_ have waited until some other time to find those kittens." On that first evening of the Shepards' visit there was much ado about the name for the baby. The whole family took more or less interest in it, and suggestions galore were showered upon the anxious young mother regarding the sailor-baby.