"Did you write that letter I spoke about the other day, Angie?"
"Yes,—but there hasn't been time for an answer yet."
"Speaking about David Strong," remarked Mr. Pollock, "I'll never forget what he did when Mr. Windom gave him a silver watch for his twelfth birthday. Shows what a bright, progressive, enterprising feller he was even at that age. You remember, Miss Molly? I mean about his setting his watch fifteen minutes ahead the very day he got it."
Miss Molly smiled. "It WAS cute of him, wasn't it?"
"What was the idea?" inquired Mr. Hatch.
"So's he would know what time it was fifteen minutes sooner than anybody else in town," said Mr. Pollock.
"My, what a handsome boy he was," said Miss Angie Miller.
"Do you really think so?" cried Mrs. Pollock. "I never could see anything good looking about him,—except his physique. He has a splendid physique, but I never liked his face. It's so—so—well, so, raw-boned and all. I like smooth, regular features in a man. I—"
"Like mine," interjected the pudgy Mr. Webster, with a very serious face.
"David Strong has what I call a very rugged face," said Miss Miller. "I didn't say it was pretty, Maude."