More of Milly-Molly-Mandy by Joyce Lankester Brisley

Author:Joyce Lankester Brisley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pan Macmillan UK

‘“WHAT ARE YOUR CHILDREN’S NAMES, MRS HURLEY?”

But Milly-Molly-Mandy didn’t like any of those names very much. “I thought of Mayflower, which is a princess’s name in a book, but it spoils it to put Moggs after it,” said Milly-Molly-Mandy. “It’s quite difficult to find a name for a baby, isn’t it, Mrs Hurley?”

But Mrs Hurley, putting the fish which Milly-Molly-Mandy’s Mother had bought on to a plate, said cheerfully, “Well, then, you can be thankful it’s only one, my darlin’. I had to find eleven for mine, bless their hearts!”

And then she gave Milly-Molly-Mandy a little fish just for her very own self to eat for her supper – “to celebrate the new little friend,” Mrs Hurley said. Milly-Molly-Mandy was pleased!

While she was eating her little fish (nicely fried) for supper, and enjoying it very much, and Father and Mother and Grandpa and Grandma and Uncle and Aunty were eating their ordinary fish (and enjoying it too), they all talked about names.

Grandpa said, “I guess Emily’s a nice enough name for anybody.” (Emily was Grandma’s name.) But somehow Milly-Molly-Mandy didn’t think it would suit the new little baby.

Grandma said, “I used to know a little girl called Holly – she always had her dresses trimmed with red or green.” Milly-Molly-Mandy thought that was quite a nice name.

Father said, “I prefer Polly to Holly, myself.” But Milly-Molly-Mandy didn’t want the baby to have a name which really belonged to Mother.

Mother said, “How do you like Primrose? It sounds fresh and pretty.” Milly-Molly-Mandy thought it sounded a very nice name.

Uncle said, “What about Sarah Jane?” But Milly-Molly-Mandy didn’t like that name at all.

Aunty said, “Try Amaryllis!” But Milly-Molly-Mandy couldn’t say it very easily.

So she thought over Holly and Primrose, which she liked best. And then she decided, as the baby had come in the spring-time, it had better be Primrose.

So next morning she went round earlier to the Moggs’s cottage on the way to school, to ask little-friend-Susan if the baby could be named Primrose.

But what do you think? Mrs Moggs had got a name for the baby already.

And it was Doris Moggs!

And though Milly-Molly-Mandy would much, much rather it had been called Primrose, yet when she was allowed to see it, and it held her tightly by one finger (with its eyes closed), she felt she didn’t care a bit what it was named – it was so sweet just as it was! (And, anyhow, it was Mrs Moggs’ own baby, after all!)

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