"You hush! What name would you rather have than Scrub? That's no name
for a broncho boy," she said to the boy.
"I don't know," answered the boy. "What name do you like?"
"I think she likes Ben better than any," said Ben, posing in a very
handsome manner.
"Don't listen to him, he's always teasing. You want something short and
easy to say."
"What's the matter with 'Say'?" said Ben. "That's always easy to
remember. I notice that when a man wants to call another on the street
he just hollers 'Say,' and half a dozen fellows turn around."
"Then that makes it too common," decided Stella. "What name would you
suggest, Ted? He's got to have two names."
"Let us get one of the newspapers to start a voting contest on it."
"Ben, if you don't stop your foolishness, I won't play," said Stella.
"You name him, Stella," said Ted. "Anything you say goes."
"Then we'll call him Dick, after my father," said Stella. "He never had
a boy, and always wanted one. I'm going to adopt this boy as a brother.
His name shall be Dick Fosdick.
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