Reivers, The - William Faulkner [129]
should have been in bed. But she was sitting up, waiting for me, in a wrapper; she even walked across to the cradle and stood hand cm ms sttcyvMei vrtu\e -we looked at it.
"Well?" she said. "What do you think?"
I didn't think anything. It was just another baby, already as ugly as Boon even if it would have to wait twenty years to be as big. I said so. "What are you going to call it?"
"Not it," she said. "Him. Cant you guess?"
"What?" I said.
"His name is Lucius Priest Hogganbeck," she said.