I really wanted this to work, but I don't think it does. I am tired and getting cranky, so letting it go and moving to the next prompt...

Letters

"When may we go see Chelsie?"

Marigold's question had come out of the blue as she sat on the floor of the library with George playing "Go to the Mill" as Lady Edith and Lady Mary looked on.

Edith ran her fingers through the tan curls of her daughter as she asked, "Who, darling? Who is Chelsie?"

"Mr. Carson and Mrs. Carson." George didn't look up from their score ledger as he replied.

Mary looked at Edith with curiosity, "Chelsie? George, why did Marigold call them Chelsie?"

"Mrs. Carson calls him Charles and he calls her Elsie. Marigold calls them Chelsie," he shrugged his shoulders with disinterest as he nudged Marigold to take her turn in the game.

"And Mr. Carson doesn't mind?" Mary was nonplussed at the informal moniker.

Her son looked up at her, "I don't know. He smiles when she says it."

Edith gave her sister a rare smile. "I rather like it and they aren't the same Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes now that they have their own home, Mr. Carson, especially," she added remembering his impersonation of their grandmother the first time the children had visited them. "Chelsie seems rather fitting."

"It still isn't right." Mary picked a piece of lint off her skirt. "What next? Calling Anna and Mr. Bates Janna?"

"I like Banna better. Makes me think of a banana." Edith mused.

"And I suppose Mama and Papa would be Cobert or Rora?"

Edith chuckled, "Oh, Cobert, I think. Definitely Cobert."

Mary tilted her head as she thought of the other couples they knew, "I suppose Tom and Sybil would have been Tybil."

"Oh, I like that. Tybil. Sounds Shakespearean. And you and Matthew? Your names both start with "M" and you had the same last name. "

Mary thought for a moment, "Mattry? Yes. Mattry. "

Edith smiled, "And now with Henry? Menry? Hary?"

"Oh not Hary! Menry's not bad."

"Malbot?" Edith offered.

"No, no! That's worse! Menry. " Mary watched as her sister's happy countenance darken for a moment, unsure she would be shown the kindness of Mary tying her name to that of Michael Gregson. "And you and Michael Gregson, what? "Mideth?"

Edith playfully scowled, "No! That sounds like 'My Death.' What about…" she thought for a moment, "Michith?"

"Not bad," her sister allowed. "This is rather fun."

"It is."

Unknown to the girls was their parents' presence in the doorway, having heard the majority of the conversation.

Robert whispered, "All that money for governesses and finishing schools and they entertain themselves by switching around the letters in names to come up with these ludicrous monikers?"

"Shush," his wife chided. "This is the most civilly they have behaved towards one another in years. And I think it sounds rather fun."

Her husband shook his head in surrender. "Very well then. I suppose Cobert should leave them to it?"

His wife smiled, "Yes. Cobert should."