' want to know for?" came the answer, and he joined his brother
in examining my slippers. The baffling thing was that there was really
nothing intentionally rude about these two rather pretty little fellows.
They were merely exhibiting, in a somewhat disconcerting fashion, it is
true, the influence of republican freedom upon natures unwarped by
feudal traditions of courtesy and _noblesse oblige_. It was baffling, as
I say, but encouraging for all that. I felt that if the others could
restrain their indignation and I could school myself to pursue the
catechism, I should eventually discover some avenue of inquiry that
might lead to fresh knowledge of the _menage_ next door. I tried again.

"Well, you see," I explained, "we would like to get acquainted with you.
You tell us your names and we'll tell you ours. Eh?"

"I know your name, I do," he said, glancing at my face for a moment. I
put out my hand to calm Bill's restlessness. It appeared afterwards
that she "thought she was going to choke."

"Gee! you do? Well then, you can tell me yours," I went on.

"Giuseppe Mazzini Carville," he returned, and before we fully realized
the stupendous possibilities which this implied the younger child raised
his eyes to our faces.

"Want to know my name too?" he queried, not a quiver of an eyelid to
show any self-consciousness.

"Of course," I said; "what is it?" We waited an instant, breathlessly.

"Benvenuto Cellini Carville," he pronounced carefully, and added as an
afterthought, "I'm Ben; he's Beppo."

"Fancy giving a child a name like that!" muttered Bill, compassionately.
"I call it a shame!" And she leaned over towards the two children. "Do
you know my name then?" she asked.

The clear, steady eyes rested for a moment upon her face, and a slight
smile curved the lips of the elder as he answered.

"Ma calls you the woman with two husbands," he remarked.

"Oh!" said Bill, and fell back into the hammock.

"Say, Kiddo," said Mac, reaching out a long arm and capturing them,
"what do they teach you down in that old school anyway, eh?"

They squirmed.

"It is useless to try and force anything out of them," I warned.
"Remember the school-teacher is forbidden by law even to touch them."
They slipped away from his knee, and stood as before.

"Listen," I continued. "Got a father, Beppo?"

He surveyed me with some slight astonishment.

"Sure," he replied. "Of course I got a father, silly."

"Well, where is he?"

They