"Big—very big—awfully big!" said Minnie. "Great, big head and broad shoulders. Great, big arms, that carried me as if I were a feather; big beard too; and it tickled me so when he—he pretended that he was my father; and very sad. And, oh! I know I should be so awfully fond of him. And, oh! Kitty darling, what do you think?"
"What, dearest?"
"Why, I'm—I'm afraid—I'm really beginning to—to—like him—just a little tiny bit, you know."
"Scone Dacres!" repeated Mrs. Willoughby, who didn't seem to have heard this last effusion. "Scone Dacres! Well, darling, don't trouble yourself; he sha'n't trouble you."
"But I want him to," said Minnie.
"Oh, nonsense, child!"
"HALLO, OLD MAN, WHAT'S UP NOW?"