“Come, come; what do you know about fairies? Is she pretty?”
“Yes, and full of life, and go, and chic.”
“Cheek! I’m not surprised at that, seeing she is Mrs. Langrishe’s own niece.”
“Chic is a French word, don’t you know? and means—well, I can’t exactly explain. Anyway, Miss Paske will be a great acquisition.”
“How?”
“Oh, you will soon be able to judge for yourself. She acts first class, and plays the banjo like an angel.”
“What nonsense you talk, Toby Joy! Whoever heard of an angel playing anything but a ’arp.”
“By the way, Miss Gordon,” said Toby, turning suddenly to her, “I hope you act.”
“No; I have never acted in my life.”
“Oh, that is nothing! All women are born actresses. Surely, then, you sing—you have a singing face?”