Allie did not long stay embarrassed by their sallies.
“Neale, tell me—”
“See heah, Allie, if you call me Reddy an’ him only Neale—why he’s a-goin’ to pitch into me,” interrupted Larry, with twinkling eyes. “An’ he’s shore a bad customer when he’s r’iled.”
“Only Neale? What does he mean?” inquired Allie.
“Beyond human conjecture,” replied Neale, laughing.
“Wal, don’t you know his front name?” asked Larry.
“Neale. I call him that,” she replied.
“Haw! Haw! But it ain’t thet.”
“Allie, my name is Warren,” said Neale. “You’ve forgotten.”
“Oh!... Well, it’s always been Neale—and always will be.”