"I feel that it is my duty to object, Mrs. Flint, to your suggestion," Mrs. Tweedie began. "We are all married--excepting one," she added, with an apologizing smile for the benefit of Miss Sawyer, who was blushing with embarrassment. "Would the name be appropriate when we consider that our life companions are of the _other sex_? Would it not reflect on our judgment in choosing a career in married life?" "Perhaps we didn't choose," said Mrs. Stout, quickly. "Perhaps--" there is no telling what Mrs. Stout would have said if she had not been interrupted by the entrance of a plump, pink-faced young woman. "Why, Mrs. Thornton!" exclaimed Mrs. Tweedie, as she advanced to greet the newcomer. "I am _so_ glad that you came. Ladies: Mrs. Thornton. You are just in time to assist us in the naming of our club. How is that dear baby?" "Teething," replied Mrs. Thornton, sadly, as she sat down. "Oh, that's too bad," said Mrs. Tweedie, sympathetically. "Yes, I'm all worn out, and I can't find a thing for the poor child to eat that agrees with him." "What have you tried?" Miss Sawyer asked, wishing to show some interest, though she knew nothing of babies or their food. "Everything," replied the perplexed mother. "Last week my husband brought home from town a dozen samples of prepared foods; we have tried them all, but baby's stomach is still in a wretched condition." "Samples," sniffed Mrs. Stout, contemptuously. "Have you tried cow's milk?" "The idea!" the ladies exclaimed, indignantly. "Oh, I know it ain't fashionable," Mrs. Stout retorted, "but I've learned from experience that cow's milk comes next to the best thing for babies." "Pardon me, ladies," said Mrs. Tweedie, "but I must call your attention to the fact that, admitting at the same time the necessity for babies, our club is still nameless. Mrs. Thornton, what name do you suggest?" "Oh, dear," replied Mrs. Thornton, "don't ask me. I'm too tired to think. Whatever name is chosen will suit me." Just then Fanny Tweedie rushed into the room with the energy of an infant cyclone. Mrs. Tweedie gazed in astonishment at her pretty, light-headed, light-hearted, impulsive daughter, as though her entrance was out of the ordinary. "Why, Fanny!" she exclaimed. "What has detained you?" "I've been over to Gertrude's to see her wedding things," Fanny replied, in a rather disrespectful manner, without noticing who was present, and then, in her quick, impulsive way, continued: "They're just _lovely_! Really, I never saw such awfully swell things before _anywhere_. She ought to be happy if any girl ever was. I couldn't _begin_ to tell you about them in a week; and-- Oh, I heard the worst stories about Billy Fl--!" A warning look on her mother's face stopped Fanny on the edge of a precipice. But Billy Fl--'s mother guessed--so did the others. Mrs. Tweedie came quickly to the rescue.