“All right”—cheerfully.
“You’re a good old thing!” he remarked, as he called a second coach.
They inspected the animals, and endured the awful smells thereof, with great satisfaction on the part of Isabelle and much self-restraint on the part of her parent.
“Couldn’t we have a gorilla out at The Beeches, Wally?” she inquired.
“Lord, no! What do you want of a beast like that?”
“I like them. They’re so . . . different!” she said, hesitating over the adjective.
Wally burst out laughing.
“Don’t you think they are?” she inquired politely.
“Yes, all of that.”