I love
Margaret,
Susan and
Eleanor.
Anne is nice enough.
Amy is dated and feels insibstantial.
Monroe is awful, though I can forgive it as a second middle name as long as it’s a family name.
Amy and
Annie do not pass the call-across-the-house test. At a distance they’re practically the same name, and they’re in for years of, “Were you calling me?” “No, your sister.”