“Oh, the dears! Oh, Evie, how too impossibly sweet!” screamed Helen, falling on her hands and knees.
“We brought the little fellows round,” said Mr. Wilcox.
“I bred ’em myself.”
“Oh, really! Mr. Bast, come and play with puppies.”
“I’ve got to be going now,” said Leonard sourly.
“But play with puppies a little first.”
“This is Ahab, that’s Jezebel,” said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history.
“I’ve got to be going.”
Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him.
“Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Ba—Must you be really? Good-bye!”