"He's two month ole," explained Mallston.
"Oh, your youngest. Why, yes, I've seen him." Mallston was evidently surprised that so humble a creature as his youngest had attracted the great photographer's notice. "He's a fine youngster," added the latter.
Mallston was then emboldened to blurt out, "We've named him."
"You have? Well, what do you call him?"
"We called him after you."
"Why, here's an honor! How did you come to name him for me?"
"I done it."
"Let me see: what can I do for him? Suppose you bring him over now while we aren't very busy and I'll take his picture."
Mallston grinned with pleasure: "My woman wanted his picter. My woman 'lowed mebby you wouldn't charge for it if you knowed he was a namesake."
"Certainly I won't. So bring him right along and we'll do our best for him."