"Why, you're like the giant," said Miss Wren, "when he came home in the land of Beanstalk, and wanted Jack for supper."
"Was he good looking, Miss?" asked Sloppy.
"No," said Miss Wren. "Ugly."
Her visitor glanced round the room--which had many comforts in it now, that it had not had before--and said:
"This is a pretty place, Miss.
"Glad you think so, sir," returned Miss Wren. "And what do you think of Me?"
The honesty of Mr. Sloppy being severely taxed by the question, he twisted a button, grinned, and faltered.
"Out with it," said Miss Wren, with an arch look. "Don't you think me a queer little comicality?" In shaking her head at him after asking the question, she shook her hair down.
"Oh!" cried Sloppy in a burst of admiration. "What a lot, and what a color!"
Miss Wren with her usual expressive hitch, went on with her work. But left her hair as it was, not displeased by the effect it had made.