"This one is," affirmed Mary, with an emphatic nod. "He's so—so big, for one thing."
"Men are awfully awkward to handle," philosophized Nell.
"I didn't say he was awkward; you misunderstood me. I merely said he was big; he thinks he's too big for society. Of course, he isn't at all. He handles himself very well."
"Can he dance?"
"He says not. But I'm not sure."
"Why don't you try him out?"
"I'd rather not," said Mary hastily. "I don't think that's one of my duties."
"Anything is your duty that will get him into society, my dear."
"We-e-ell, possibly. But we're getting off the track, Nell. What am I to do with him?"