“What makes you think your cousin would like me, Carrie?”
“Because he always likes pretty girls. He is a masher.”
“That’s slang, Carrie. I am sure your mamma wouldn’t approve your using such a word.”
“Don’t tell her. It just slipped out. But about Percy—he wants very much to be married.”
Florence was not surprised to hear this, for she had the best reason for knowing it to be true.
“Is he a handsome young man?” she asked, demurely.
“He’s funny looking. He’s awful good-natured, but he isn’t the sort of young man I would like,” concluded Carrie, with amusing positiveness.
“I hope you don’t let your mind run on such things. You are quite too young.”
“Oh, I don’t think much about it. But Percy is a dude. He spends a sight for clothes. He always looks as if he had just come out of a bandbox.”
“Is he in any business?”