"What?" screamed Angela.
"An' have six children."
"Oh!" The very thought made Angela ill.
"You are not pretty—none too pretty!" Lopez said.
The girl was now both hurt and amazed. "What's that?" she cried, all her feminine anger aroused.
"You will soon grow fat," Lopez continued, looking her over carefully.
Angela pulled out her handkerchief and brushed her eyes. "Oh!"
"Like ze tub!" said Lopez, inexorably, spreading his arms to indicate an immense diameter.
"Oh!" was all poor Angela could get out.
"Also, you 'ave ze bad temper."