"Ah, I wonder!"
"'Specks she's a bit angry with me, you know, 'cause I told you she was crying."
"Hum!" said Bellew.
"An Auntie takes an awful lot of looking after!" sighed Small Porges.
"Yes," nodded Bellew, "I suppose so,—especially if she happens to be young, and—er—"
"An' what, Uncle Porges?"
"Beautiful, nephew."
"Oh! Do you think she's—really beautiful?" demanded Small Porges.
"I'm afraid I do," Bellew confessed.
"So does Mr. Cassilis,—I heard him tell her so once—in the orchard."