He went up to Lavinia and patted her shoulder.
"Dat vas goot, young laty--ver goot," he growled.
"What did I tell you doctor ?" cried Gay exultantly.

"Why, she can sing everything set down for Polly--I pray you don't forget it is to be Polly--Peachum.

She _is_ Polly Peachum.

What do you think, Mr.Pope ?" "Polly Peachum by all means since you will have it so.

If an author has a right to anything it is surely the right to name his offspring as he will.