"They do," she agreed. "Her hair is just russet-brown, and her eyes hazel. Oh, I have always loved that sort of face when it goes with the olive skin."
"How did you know that I had named her Russet?" asked Jack, touching with mock concern one stray yellow curl that threatened Belle's sight.
"I did not," she replied, "but I think it suits her exactly. And
Walter is all of a shade."
"Oh, Belle. I am going to tell him? Wallie shady!"
"You know perfectly well, Jack Kimball, I said shade—in color."
"Oh, yes. Color blind. Poor, afflicted Wallie. I have often wondered about his neckties. But doesn't Laurel take to him? And isn't she a beaut in that bag?"
"Bag! My best kimono! Look what teeth she has when she laughs."
"And you not jealous? Belle I think, after all, I shall have to return to my first love," and he slipped his arm all the way back of her steamer chair, for Jack dearly loved to tease either Bess or Belle, declaring what happened to one twin would react on the other.
"Hazel cannot take her eyes off of Cora. I might be jealous there," reported the blonde twin.
"You may 'jell' all you like on that score," Jack consented. "But hello! Here's Paul!"