I never saw a prettier child." "I used to delight to pet it and dandle it and play with it." "So did I." "You named it.

What WAS that name?
I can't call it to mind." It appeared to me that the ice was getting pretty thin, here.

I would have given something to know what the child's was.

However, I had the good luck to think of a name that would fit either sex--so I brought it out: "I named it Frances." "From a relative, I suppose?
But you named the one that died, too--one that I never saw.

What did you call that one ?" I was out of neutral names, but as the child was dead and she had never seen it, I thought I might risk a name for it and trust to luck.
Therefore I said: "I called that one Thomas Henry." She said, musingly: "That is very singular ...