"You bet!"
"Is she pretty?" Bob asked again, with some insistence. Perhaps the Baron—how could he, though? But there was at least a chance of his falling in love with his own countrywoman.
"Pretty? I should say so! She looks like a lovely child, or an angel on a Christmas card, or something. Oh, you needn't grin. She won't look at you!"
"Saving all her looks for you, I suppose! Can she speak English?"
"Yes; but not enough to hurt anything. You'd ought to have seen her run up to Sydney, just like a little girl, and cry out, 'Oh, I thank you for that you have been so kind, every one, to my dear Friedrich!'"
"How did Sydney take that?" Mrs. Morgan could not resist a glance at her son.
"Oh, Sydney always does everything all right."
"What did she say to you, dad?"
"Oh, something about Friedrich telling her that Mrs. Carroll and Ah were his best friends."
"How long's she going to stay?"