"Is she pretty, Angus?"
"You girls are all alike," he grinned. "That's what she asked about you."
"What did you say?"
"I said I hadn't noticed."
"You're a nice brother!"
"That's exactly what she said."
"Well, I like her for that. But is she pretty?"
"Well, I don't know that a girl would call her pretty. She doesn't dress herself up like a French wedding and frizzle her hair and all that, but she's—she's—oh, darned if I know! She looks clean."
"Clean!" Miss Jean cried. "Well, I should hope so!"
"I mean clean-run, clean-strain, clean-built, like a good horse."