She began to laugh.
“Why—that’s a pertinent question. I think you might be rather nice, you know.”
“Thank you,” he said, smiling ironically.
“Oh!” she said. “I know, you think you’re perfect, but you’re not, you’re very annoying.”
“Yes,” exclaimed Alice, who had entered the room again, dressed ready to depart. “He’s so blooming slow! Great whizz! Who wants fellows to carry cold dinners? Shouldn’t you like to shake him Lettie?”
“I don’t feel concerned enough,” replied the other calmly.
“Did you ever carry a boiled pudding Georgy?” asked Alice with innocent interest, punching me slyly.
“Me!—why?—what makes you ask?” he replied, quite at a loss.
“Oh, I only wondered if your people needed any indigestion mixture—pa mixes it—1/1 ½ a bottle.”
“I don’t see——” he began.