'Then I am naturally disagreeable, you think?'
She did not reply.
'What else do you think about me?'
'I think it must be uncomfortable for the others for you to go to sleep every night, with a handkerchief over your face.'
'If I had known you were coming----' he said, with mock politeness; but she interrupted him with wonderful quickness.
'Don't say unkind things. I feel when they are coming; my flesh begins to creep.'
'Do you think anything else about me?'
'Yes; I think you might give me some supper. You can't know how hungry I am; and I have always a good appetite.'
My mother was so intent upon this unusual dialogue, and was probably so lost in wonder (as I myself was) at the appearance of uncle Bryan in a new character, that she had entirely forgotten the supper; but at Jessie Trim's mention of it she ran downstairs, and it was soon on the table.
'Ah,' exclaimed Jessie, with approving nods; 'that smells nice.'