"Well, then, you'd better tell me. See, Father, she's smiling! Howard, I think she's really a very distinguished-looking baby; don't you?"
"She looks like her ma, so of course she is!"
"Nonsense! She's the image of you. What do you think? When I went down to luncheon, Sarah says she turned her head right around to watch me go out of the room."
"Gosh! She'll be reading Browning next! Laura—why don't you rise about the engagement? You'll scream when I tell you."
"Well, tell me."
"Fred Payton and—"
"What!"
"Hold on. I've not begun to holler yet. And—old Weston."
"What!"