Jandy Mac Comes Back

“Littlejan!” her mother said severely. “If you don’t stop jumping about, I shall put you out of the car and leave you by the side of the road.”“And then I shouldn’t see Jansy! But it is so thrilling! How can I sit still? And—oh, Mother! You promised to forget that silly name! You’ll go and give me away to Jansy and Aunt Joan!”“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Fraser apologised. “But after calling you Littlejan for all these years it’s difficult to remember you want to be grown-up Joan.”“I’m thirteen,” Joan shook back her dark mop of hair and sat very straight. “And we’re going to see these crowds of people I’ve been told about all my life. I don’t want to be introduced with a baby name.”“Very reasonable,” her mother agreed. “But hard to live up to, my child! Thirteen doesn’t seem so grown-up to me, and I expect to your father you’ll always be Littlejan. You were so very little when he first saw you, and so very much like me, and he’d always called me Jan, not Janice. So from the first minute he called you Littlejan.”