Ellen sat on an arm of Henry's chair. "Your hair would curl if you were to encourage it," she remarked.
"Has anybody said anything about curly hair?" he asked.
"No, but I was just thinking that yours might curl."
"Do you want me to look like Brooks?"
She frowned. "He kinks his with a hot poker. I don't like pretty men."
"How about handsome men?"
"Oh, I have to like them. You are a handsome man, you know."
"Nonsense," he replied.
"Your grandmother was a very handsome woman," said Mrs. Witherspoon. "She had jet-black hair, and her teeth were like pearls. Ellen, what did Mr. Coglin say when you gave him the slippers?" Mr. Coglin was a clergyman.
"Oh, he thanked me, of course. He couldn't very well have said, 'Take them away.'"