"I could not pronounce that name at all," said Rose to Russ. "I guess, after all, maybe we'd better not go to that place."
"What place?"
"Where daddy is going. To that—that Cowboy Jack's place."
"Why not?" asked Russ, almost as promptly as Vi might have asked it had she heard Rose's speech.
"Because," said Rose, who was a thoughtful girl, "of course they don't call him Cowboy Jack to his face, and I should never be able to say Scar—Scar—Scar—whatever it is to him. Never!"
"Nonsense! You can learn to say anything if you try," declared Russ loftily.
"No," sighed Rose, who knew her limitations, "I can't. I can't even learn to say Con-stan-stan-stan-ple—You know!"
"Con-stan-ti-no-ple!" exclaimed Russ with emphasis.
"Yes. That's it," Rose said. "But, anyway, I can't say it."
"I'd like to know why not?" demanded her brother scornfully.