"I call you Prince, old fellow, because you told me to. Is it a nickname or your real name?"
Masters smiled; the sweet innocence of his godmother occurred to him; he said:
"Which do you think, now?"
"Well, I can't help thinking that Prince Charleigh seems too happy a combination to be the real thing. Real godmothers and godfathers don't hit on those things usually."
"Mine did not. Yet all the same I was christened, quite recently, Prince."
"Ah!" Dick's eyes sparkled; he fancied himself a discoverer. "I'll bet you a new hat I can guess the sex of the christener—a girl?"
"Splendid marksman! A bull's eye! Hit the centre of the target first time!"
A merry twinkle found place in the younger man's eyes as he inquired:
"Engaged to her, old fellow?"
"Well——"