"I should hope not," jeered Veronica. "I suppose you won't see her again all summer."
"Oh, yes, I shall, unless Barney Kelly cuts me out."
"Sure, it's Oirish he is, thin?"
"Faith, and he is, and a bit chipped off the original blarney stone at that. Trust him not, Veronica."
"I only hope I'll get the chance, but if you're going to set him on the goddess, what sort of a look-in will I have? I've got five on my nose already."
"Five what, woman?"
"Freckles. Can't you see them from there? It will be fulsome flattery if you say you can't."
Philip squinted up his eyes and came nearer to examine.
"You remember what I said. Tell Barney they're beauty spots—'golden kisses of the sun.'"
"Oh, ain't that pretty!" shouted Genevieve. "I'm speckled with 'em jest like a turkey egg, but I don't mind 'em the way Veronica does. I've got some powder at home and I powder over 'em."