Speaking of nymphs, reminds me of my next-door neighbor, Miss Snappe, whose tongue is surcharged with cayenne pepper when she is ruffled.
I remember she once had a squabble with another neighbor, Miss Antique, and as they had once been good friends, my wife, in her warm-hearted way, tried to soothe the ruffled plumage of Miss Snappe, and pour oil on troubled waters.
"Come now," said the dear little peacemaker, "why don't you and Miss Antique become friends again?"
"Oh, I don't see the sense of going to all that trouble for her!"
"But it isn't any more trouble for you to make up, than it is for her."
"Don't you believe it. She's used to making up, for she's been doing it for years."
Nevertheless I've found that same Miss Antique something worth cultivating, for she possesses more genuine wit than any other woman of my acquaintance.
It was only recently the doctor said to her: