"I'm glad enough I'm not her little cousin she is going to see. I'm sorry for her cousin."
"So am I," said Belle. "I wouldn't have such a cousin as Mabel for any thing. She's too horrid."
"You have a cousin named Mabel, though, haven't you?" asked Maggie.
"Yes, so I have; but then she's not one bit like that Mabel, you know," answered Belle.
"You never saw her, did you?" asked Bessie.
"No, 'cause she lives about a million thousand of miles off, way off in Boston; but she is coming to see me some time," said Belle.
"But if you never saw her, how can you tell she is not one bit like that child?" asked Bessie.
"Why how could she be?" demanded Belle, indignantly: "her mamma is my papa's own sister, and he'd never have such a foolish lady as that for his sister. I guess he wouldn't;" and Belle shook her head in a manner which seemed to say that such an idea was to be put out of the question at once.
"Yes: you know 'birds of a feather flock together,'" said Maggie.
"What does that mean?" asked Bessie.