“Why can’t you?”
“You can’t say the Quarles Flyer—the Quarles Creeper runs better off the tongue. The Flynt Flyer—that goes together.”
“But it’s you and me’s got to goo together,” retorted the obstinate old man. “Anyways it must be the Quarles and Flynt Flyer.”
“That’s too long. Besides the Flynt Flyer’s become a trade-mark—known everywhere.”
“And what about Daniel Quarles, Carrier? That’s a better known trade-mark. We’ll paint that.”
Will shook his head. “I can’t do that, but I’ll paint Flynt and Quarles, Carriers, underneath the name of the coach. And that’s the limit.”
“Daniel Quarles was always a peaceable man. . . . Quarles and Flynt!” breathed the Gaffer beatifically.
“No, Flynt and Quarles,” Will corrected. “Flynt must go first.”
“Why must?”
“Don’t F come before Q? Folks would think we didn’t know our A B C.”