“What do you think of her, Doll?”
“What do you think of her?” replied that cautious young person.
“I think she is beautiful as—as an angel.”
“Quite poetical, I declare! What next? Have you seen her?”
“Of course, else how should I know she was beautiful?”
“Ah, no wonder you had only once of beef!”
Jeremy coloured.
“I am going to call there this afternoon; would you like to come?” went on his sister.
“Yes, I’ll come.”
“Better and better; it will be the first call I ever remember your having paid.”