"You ought to have seen his ears!" she said. "They were absolutely crimson."
"You don't say!" chuckled Sigsbee H.
"Scarlet! And, when he tried to speak, he gargled."
"The poor simp!"
Molly turned on her father with flaming eyes.
"How dare you call my dear darling Georgie a simp?"
"How dare you call that simp your dear darling Georgie?" demanded Mrs. Waddington.
"Because he is my dear darling Georgie. I love him with all my heart, the precious lamb, and I'm going to marry him."
"You are going to do nothing of the kind!" Mrs. Waddington quivered with outraged indignation. "Do you imagine I intend to allow you to ruin your life by marrying a despicable fortune-hunter?"
"He isn't a despicable fortune-hunter."