"No, my father's account at the bank tallied with his personal pass book. His bank stock was sold to Mr. Stover, as you know."
"What did Watson do with his stock?"
"He owned only a small amount of stock, and it also was purchased by Mr. Stover."
"What kind of a looking fellow is this man, Watson?"
"He is fairly good looking."
Harold laughed. "When you ask a girl about a man's looks she answers: 'Handsome, good looking, fairly good looking, homely, ugly or ugly as a mud fence.'"
"That's because we think so much of looks, I presume," she said, laughing, "or it may be because we are so limited in descriptive powers, but since you do not like my general statement I will try to be a little more specific. He is about five feet nine or ten inches in height, has light brown hair and dark blue eyes, his nose is rather prominent, when he smiles he displays a row of exceedingly white, even teeth. Is that sufficient?"
"Very good. I believe you will be able to develop your descriptive powers."
"Why should I?"
"Well you may want to write novels some day."