"Alice Maud Mary Van Ostend."
"Gee whiz, ain't that a corker!" Flibbertigibbet exclaimed delightedly. "How old are you?" She proceeded thus with her personal investigation prompted thereto by Freckles.
"Most ten;—you?"
"Most twelve."
"And Freckles?" The Marchioness laughed as she spelled the name.
"Eleven."
"Ask her if she's an orphant," said Freckles.
"Are you an orphan, Freckles says."
"Half," came the answer. "What are you?"
"Whole," was the reply. "Which is your half?"