“There—you're very pretty, Ruperta.”
“Don't be giddy; I'm hideous; so behave, and answer all my questions. Oh, I'm so unhappy. Answer me, is young people, or old people, goodest?”
“You should say best, dear. Good, better, best. Why, old people, to be sure—much.”
“So I thought; and that is why I am so puzzled. Then your papa and mine are much betterer—will that do?—than we are?”
“Of course they are.”
“There he goes! Such a child for answering slap bang I never.”
“I'm not a child. I'm older than you are, Ruperta.”
“That's a story.”
“Well, then, I'm as old; for Mary says we were born the same day—the same hour—the same minute.”
“La! we are twins.”