His life long he had been made intensely conscious of being a twin--he was one of a pair--and now suddenly, he gathered, he was something whole and complete in himself.

He demanded assurance on this point.
"Then I'm not going to be a twin any longer?
I mean, I'm not going to be one of a twins?
It won't change my name, too, will it ?" His father enlightened him.
"No, there's still a couple of Cowans left to keep the name going.

We won't have to be small-towners unless we want to," he added.
He suspected that the Wilbur twin felt slighted and hurt at being passed over, and would be needing comfort.

But it appeared that the severed twin felt nothing of that sort.

He was merely curious--not wounded or envious.
"I wouldn't want to change to a new name," he declared.