"He's a little taller than you, but not quite—not quite so broad."
"Thank you, you have put it mildly."
"He has the most beautiful curly hair—real chestnut—that grows in two peaks high on his forehead. His eyes are grey and his mouth is small, with the most perfect teeth. He doesn't wear any moustache, you see, to hide them, and they flash a great deal when he preaches—-"
"Hold on!"
"I beg you pardon, sir."
"I mean that I am overcome. I am mentally prostrated before such perfections. Blossom, you are in love with him."
"Oh, no, sir; but I do like to watch him in the pulpit. He gesticulates so beautifully."
"And now—speak truth and spare not—how do I compare with him?"
"Oh, Mr. Jonathan, you are so different!"
"Do you imply that I am ugly, Blossom?"