"I never said anything about braids and dresses."
"Did you say I was skinny?" Miss Jean demanded.
"Well—"
"Then you did say it. Ye great, long, lummix—"
"Hello!" said Angus. "That sounds like Mrs. Foley.
"'And so yez do be th' sister iv that great, long, lummix iv an Angus Mackay,'" said his sister in startling imitation of that lady. "'Yez do not favor him, bein' a good-lookin' slip iv a colleen.' What do you think of that, Angus?"
"That you're making the last part up," her brother grinned.
"Not a word, not a syllable. I told her I thought you were a big, fine-looking young man, and what do you think she said?"
"I'll bet she didn't agree with you."
"''Tis yer duty as a sisther to stand up f'r yer brother,' she told me, 'an' I am not mixin' it wid yez on th' question iv his shape. 'Tis true he's that big they was a good pair iv twins spoilt in him, and he has th' legs an' arrums an' back iv a rale man; but his face is that hard it wud make a foine map f'r a haythen god.'"