t have two names like common men. What's the good of
two names, anyhow?"

Cis was shocked. "Everybody has to have two names," she told him,
severely. "The first is yours, and is your mother's fav'rite, and the
other shows who your father is. Or maybe, if you're a second child, your
mother allows your father to name you. But it's civilized to have two
names, and not a bit nice if you don't--unless you're a dog or a horse."

Johnnie lifted an inspired finger, pointing straight at her.
"Everybody?" he asked. "Well, what about the Prince of Wales? _His_ name
is Eddie. Eddie _What_?"

"Why--why--" She was confused.

"Horse or dog!" scoffed Johnnie. "Don't you b'lieve it? You mean Princes
and cowboys!"

Cis had to admit herself wrong.

"When I heard One-Eye speak, that first time," he informed her, "I was
afraid he was J. J. Hunter, come for _Aladdin_."

They laughed at that, fairly rocking. After which they returned to the
more personal aspects of One-Eye. "What makes him keep his hat on?" she
wanted to know. "That isn't good manners at _all_. I just know the
Prince wouldn't do it. Why, every time I saw the Prince he kept taking
his hat off. My!"

"Cowboys always keep their hats on," Johnnie asserted stoutly. "Maybe if
they didn't, their horses wouldn't know 'em. Anyhow, they all do. Don't
I know? I saw dozens!"

Well, if they did, then Cis thought them a strange lot. "And do all of
them chew tobacco?" she persisted. "Because I'm sure _he_ does."

Johnnie was insulted. He denied anything of the kind. He grew heated,
resenting this criticism of one who held that cowboys were noble.
One-Eye smoked--even when signs said he might not. And could any man
smoke and chew at the same time? He did not believe it, though he was
willing to admit that if any man _could_ perform these two feats
simultaneously, that man was certainly the incomparable One-Eye.

"Anyhow, he's awful homely," continued Cis, who could be as irritating
as most girls at times.

Johnnie rose then, cold and proud. "Honest, Cis, you make me sick!" he
told her. "Homely! Huh!" He would have liked to cast an aspersion upon a
certain Royal countenance, just to get even, but feared Cis might refuse
to hide his books for him. However, he decided that he would never again
be as nice as formerly to King George's son. He left the tiny room, nose
in air.

She did not follow him with apologies. And presently he stole back to
her door and moved the knob softly.