I could do so much for all at home how I should enjoy that!" And Polly let her thoughts revel in the luxurious future her fancy painted.

It was a very bright picture, but something seemed amiss with it, for presently she sighed and shook her head, thinking sorrowfully, "Ah, but I don't love him, and I 'm afraid I never can as I ought! He 's very good, and generous, and wise, and would be kind, I know, but somehow I can't imagine spending my life with him; I 'm so afraid I should get tired of him, and then what should I do?
Polly Sydney don't sound well, and Mrs.Arthur Sydney don't seem to fit me a bit.

Wonder how it would seem to call him 'Arthur' ?" And Polly said it under her breath, with a look over her shoulder to be sure no one heard it.

"It 's a pretty name, but rather too fine, and I should n't dare to say 'Syd,' as his sister does.

I like short, plain, home-like names, such as Will, Ned, or Tom.