"Oh—that's ingenious! You think it's my mission to beautify landscapes."
"I thought that if I said something pretty in the way of a compliment, we shouldn't go on quarrelling."
"Oh! Were we quarrelling? I hadn't noticed it."
"You said something about it a moment ago," observed Lawrence, mildly.
"Did I? You're an awfully literal person. By the bye, you know all the Miss Miners, don't you? I've forgotten."
"I believe I do. There's Miss Miner the elder—to begin with—"
"The oldest—since there are three," said Fanny, correcting him. "Yes—she's the one with the hair—and teeth."
"Yes, and Miss Elizabeth—isn't that her name? The plainest—"
"And the nicest. And Augusta—she's the third. Paints wild flowers and plays the piano. She's about my age, I believe."
"Your age! Why, she must be over thirty!"