“Just tell me what you want,” continued Berty. “I know lots of girls, but I suppose you will want a woman. I know some of them, too—must she be light or dark?”
Mr. Jimson looked at Berty. “Black hair.”
“Very well—black hair to start with. Not tall, but short, I suppose.”
“Why short?” asked the Mayor, suspiciously.
“Well, you’re not dreadfully tall for a man, you know.”
The Mayor seemed to be sulking for some time. Then he said, “I like a good-sized woman.”
“Tall and black-haired,” said Berty, in a businesslike way. “Now, do you want a quiet woman, or a lively woman—a social woman, or a home body?”
“None of your rattlers for me,” said the man, hastily. “I want a quiet tongue, good manners, and no wasteful habits.”
“Do you want to entertain much?”