The log cabin Democrat., 1907-09-19
SELECTING A NAME FOR
 THE NEW HOUSE

sage. The house was the ordinary red house with white woodwork ana wrought-iron rods to hold the portlco up-such as now built in about fort night on valuable freehold plot ln rising neighborhood near London The garden was full of buttercups and mor- tar
 Well" said the builder with voice in which pride and power were equal ly blended, mot much more to be done now. All you want is a char woman for couple of days, and you can have the pianola going and hot bath"
 Piano" said my wife, who dislikes new inventions and has had good teachers.
 Or the piano." said the dealer, not at all discouraged.
 But what about the name? the forman asked.
 By some extraordinary chance we had forgotten the name, and in this case name was imperative, because the house is in one Of those roduS in which the houses are only half built, and the cows are grazing today where house may be tomorrow or the day after Numbering such roads is impossible.
 My wife looked at me and l looked at my wife.
 What about Bellevue?" said the foreman.
 "A very good name,' said the builder.
 Our house." said the architects nephew, lis called Hollisdene.
 Not bad name either" said the builder
 T like Bellevue" said the foreman.
 The only thing against Bellevue 1 said, lis that there is one in the next road.'
 The foreman admitted that this was a drawback.
 "The houses on each side of us,' said the architects nephew, are La Residenza and Rondebosch."
 q don't care for those" said the foreman.
 Opposite said the architects nephew, lis Heatherside."
 May I ask where you liveP' my wife asked him, sweetly enough-to him, but to me, who know her tones better, dangerously.
 At Turham Green,' he said. There are fine houses there.
 Isn't there a Sea View!" my wife went on.
 q don't remember" said the archi- tects nephew, but I'm sure there must be-"
 That's not so good as Bellevue said the foreman, but it's not bad Sea View"
 How would Brickfield View do?" my wife asked, sweetly still.
 Those brickfields, ma am, said the builder, will all be beautiful houses and gardens in few months time, and then what would be the sense of your name? l don't think Brickfield View is good at all.'
 I avoided my wife's eyes.
 Mothers sister," said the archi- tect's nephew, lives at the Rowans."
 This gave the builder an idea. What tree is that?" he asked, point ing to the only shrub on the estate.
 1 told him chestnut.
 Then why not call it the Chest nuts?" he suggested.
 told him that in view of my call ing, which is humorous literature (more or less), it would be impossible.
 He did not understand.
 I explained little more.
 "Oh," he said you mean your jokes aren't new But that's all right. Peo- pie will like them all the more."
 The architects nephew said that a friend of his lived in house called San Souci.
 The foreman said that he had been working at some alterations a little while ago-a new room for nursery, as a matter of fact-at a house in Acacia avenue, for as nice and liberal a gentleman and lady as he ever met, and this house was called the Nest. After Bellevue he said he thought the Nest as pretty as anything could be,
 The builder agreed; but he added that Nests weren't for everybody. There were couples suited to Nests and couples that the name wouldn't suit at all. Nothing could have been clearer from his tone than that he thought my wife and I were the last people to come under the designation of Nesters.
 The architects nephew said that there was a house at Bedford park called ChatSworth.
 May I ask the builder said, with a smile that was meant to be arch and winning, but was only repulsive, where the lady and gentleman passed their honeymoon? Sometimes that helms "