“She is, James; she is.”
“Now, what on earth do you call me James for? Ain’t I Bo-peep—ain’t I?”
“Yes, Bo-peep, of course you are.”
“And you are Little-sing. You’re a wonderfully elegant-looking woman for your years, Victoria.”
CHAPTER XIV.
IN THE PARK.
Mrs. Howland did not like to have her years mentioned. Mr. Martin had been careful never to do so until Maggie 101 appeared on the scene. On the contrary, he had dropped hints that his birdling, his Little-sing, his Victoria, was in the early bloom of youth. But now he said that she was a wonderful woman for her years.
Mrs. Howland bridled slightly. “I am not old, James,” she said.