Often, in the middle of the night, he would be awakened by the wail of a child, and with eyes still half closed, and his mind only half awake, would make his way to it, give it a drink, and sometimes fall asleep with the poor little thing nestled up against him. To them he was no longer "Mr. Green," but "Syd," or "Dear Syddie," and they fought for a word and schemed for a smile from him.
I will only remark that I intend to be great friends with your wife some day, and that I've made up my mind to call her 'Syddie. She is actually pining for a pet name. But what do you call her?" "I? Oh, I call her Miss Talbot." "Miss! You call her Miss Talbot? What a horrible idea! And you pretend to love her!" cried Katie, reproachfully. "Well but, you know, Sydney is too stiff."