"Do you like him, Mrs. Tyloor?"
"Well—what do you think?"
"I think you like him very much."
Mrs. Tailleur laughed softly.
"What makes you laugh?"
"You. You're so funny."
"You're funny. Your eyelashes curl up when you laugh, and your eyes curl, too. And your mouth!" he crowed with the joy of it. "Such a funny mouth."
The mouth hid itself in the child's soft neck among his hair. The woman in the bureau saw that, and her face became curiously contracted.
"I remember the day you came. My daddy said you was very pretty."
"And what did your mummy say?"