“Not much, I bet,” said Hank, but Bill interrupted.
“Don’t be forever kickin’ on your home town,” he said. “It does rub me the wrong way. You are a regular Bullsheevikky.”
“They ain’t any more of them,” said Hank triumphantly.
“What is your name?” asked the boy of Lawrence.
“Lawrence Petit,” said Lawrence. “What is yours?”
“Modo,” said the boy.
“Sounds like a girl,” said Hank, “but I will say you don’t look the part. I should say you look like a real honest-to-goodness feller.”
“I am glad of that,” said the boy simply. “Names don’t mean much.”
“Not sometimes,” replied Hank. “I bet the young Prince in there don’t answer to anything simple as that Modo. I bet he has a name long as your arm, even just with his own folks.”
“He means the one that’s going to have the party,” explained Bill.