"Indeed I should. Think of the circus tickets you'd have to give away each year! You know they always give the mayor a handful for his personal use. No, Mr. Warrington, I shall be very proud of you when you are mayor."
"What's the matter with your calling me Richard or Dick?"
"We must not advance too suddenly."
"Is there anything the matter with the name?"
"Oh, no; Richard is quite musical in its way. But I am always thinking of the humpbacked king. If I called you anything it would be Dick."
"Richard was not humpbacked. Moreover, he was a valiant king, greatly maligned by Mr. Shakespeare."
"I see that I shall not dare argue with you on the subject; but we can not banish on so short a notice the early impressions of childhood. Richard Third has always been a bugaboo to my mind. Some day, perhaps, I'll get over it."
"Make it Dick, as a compromise."
"Some day, when I have known you a little longer. Has John ever told you about Mr. McQuade?"
"McQuade?" Warrington realized that he had been floating on a pleasant sea. He came upon the hidden shore rather soundly. "McQuade?" he repeated.