“Ah, these are the favorites!” murmured Zenas, his eyes shining. “Arise, my dears, and come here. Be seated beside me.”
They needed no second invitation to sit beside the professor, however. Cooing in a coy manner, they plumped themselves down amid the cushions on either hand.
“He nice!” said one.
“Him fine!” murmured the other.
Then both giggled.
“He! he!” laughed the professor nervously, as the one on his right leaned against his shoulder. “What’s your name, my dear?”
“Fraud,” was the answer.
“Fraud? Well, that’s an odd name! How do you happen to have such a name as that?”
“Effendi, him give it. Effendi, him husband. Him call me Little Fraud.”
“Ah, I see; sort of a pet name.” Then he turned to the other one, on his right. “And what is your name, darling?” he asked.