"Well, Jean!"
"Well, Peggy!"
"What do you think of them?"
"Oh, I think they are just lovely. I like the tall one best, don't you? Though the red-haired one is awfully nice, too."
"Goose! I didn't mean them. I meant Uncle John and Margaret. Aren't they dear? Did I say half enough about them, Jean?"
"No, not half. Margaret is just too lovely for anything, and Uncle John—well, of course, I am awfully afraid of him, but he is just lovely, too."
"Look here, young one!" said Peggy the Venerable, gravely. "Can't you say anything except 'awful' and 'lovely?' I would enlarge my vocabulary, if I were you."
Jean opened her eyes to their roundest. "Vocabulary! What's that? Don't tell me that you are going to set up for a school-teacher, Peggy. Why, you used to say 'awful' yourself, all the time."
"Oh, no, Jean, not quite all the time."
"Well, awfully often, anyhow. I know you did."