"Like you?"
"Like me. At first you think she's all legs. Then you see a little white face with enormous eyes that look at you as if she was wondering what you are."
He smiled. His mind had gone off, away from her, to the contemplation of his little daughter.
"I think she is clever, but one never knows. We have to handle her very carefully. Barbara's all right. You can pitch her about like anything."
"What is Barbara like?"
"Barbara? She's round and fat and going to be pretty, like——"
"Like her mother?"
"No, like Janey, if Janey was fat. They're both a little difficult to manage. If you reprove Barbara, she bursts out laughing in your face. If you even hint to Janet that you disapprove of her, she goes away somewhere and weeps."
"Poor little thing. I'm afraid," said Kitty sadly, "they're not so very small."
"Well, Janet, I believe, is seven, and Barbara is five."