"Yes; I'm not such a sweet seraph as this agreeable and polite young son of Neptune," said Mr. Rivers, with a withering sneer. "Just let me catch sight of his 'beautiful, melancholy countenance,' and maybe I'll spoil its beauty for him."
"Now, Archie, you're real hateful. I'm sure you'll like him when you see him."
"Like him! Yes, I'd like to blow his brains out."
"No, you mustn't, either; he's too handsome to be killed. Oh, Archie, when he laughs he looks so charming!"
"Confound him! I'll make him laugh on the other side of his mouth!" growled the exasperated Archie.
"He's got such a sweet mouth and such lovely white teeth!" continued the tantalizing fairy.
"I wish he and his white teeth were at the bottom of the Red Sea!" burst out Archie, in a rage.
"Why, Mr. Rivers, you're positively jealous!" said Gipsy, looking very much surprised indeed.
"Jealous! Yes, I should think so. You are enough to drive any one jealous. Suppose I began raving about young ladies—their 'melancholy countenances,' and 'sweet mouths,' and 'white teeth,' and all such stuff—how would you like it, I want to know?"
"Why, I shouldn't care."