"Part of his eyes are white and his teeth too," said Lily, who was generally pretty sure of her ground when she stated a fact. "Where does he live?"
"In this country," said Nellie.
"In this city?"
"Yes," answered Maggie.
"Is he good or bad?"
"Good, most generally," answered Mabel; "only sometimes pretty mischievous."
"Oh," said Lily, light beginning to break upon her. "Can he talk?"
"He tan't talt, but he tan bart pretty well," said Frankie, to whom the question fell.
"Oh! oh! that's too plain," cried one and another laughing; and Maggie, thinking Frankie did not understand the game well enough to be allowed to go out, gave a hint to Lily, but not wishing to hurt her little brother's feelings took refuge in the French language, and said:—