"No, you're not!" contradicted Miss Cynthia grimly.
"If I should make some slip in statement, or spot the table-cloth! He is so accurate, they all say."
"You may depend on him to be polite under all circumstances," responded Miss Cynthia, glaring.
"But I should know what he would think," persisted the young lady.
Miss Cynthia advanced to fury, scarcely repressed. "No, you wouldn't!" she denied emphatically. "I won't have you laugh at him."
"Why, you laugh at him yourself," said Beth. "You know you do."
"And if I do?" retorted Miss Pease. "Let me tell you he's the dearest, kindest man that ever—"
"Why, Miss Cynthia," cried the other, "don't I know?"
"Nobody knows," was the response.