"Well, he's awfully good-looking," says Katherine. "He hasn't got much sense though. He dances and can play a mandolin, and has been around the world a good bit. He's sweet-tempered, but he smokes too much. Sometimes of mornings he's cross. But you can't guess what I'd like!"
"No; I can't," says Bonnie Bell.
Then Katherine kissed her and taken her hands.
"Why," says she, "I'd like it awfully if you and Tom could hit it off together," says she. "I think it would be lovely—perfectly lovely! Then we'd be sisters, wouldn't we?" Bonnie Bell she blushed a-plenty.
"Why, how you talk!" says she. "I've never seen your brother yet and he's never seen me."
"I've told him you're lovely," says Katherine. "I'll bring him over sometime."
"I don't know how I could allow it after what you said," says Bonnie Bell; "but if he's as nice as you I'll jump right square down his throat. Could you ask me to do anything more than that?"
They giggled, then, and held hands, and ate candy and drank tea, and talked, both with their mouths full.
"Oh, look at the Wisners' new car!" says Katherine after a while, and she run to the window.
Their car was just coming in to the sidewalk at their curb now. From where I set I could see it. Their driver opened the door and Old Lady Wisner got out; then a young man. They both went out of sight right away around the fence—you couldn't see into their yard from where we set.