"Well, I'm not one to deny the resemblance between man and the Devil," responded Miss Mullett, with a chuckle. "I dare say that's why we like them so—the men, I mean."
"Does Mr. Herrick strike you as being somewhat devilish?" inquired Eve, idly.
"N-no, I suppose not. Not too much so, at least. I think he must be very kind; he has such nice eyes. He's the sort of man that makes a lovely husband."
Eve clapped her hands to her ears, laughing.
"Carrie, stop it! I refuse to listen to any more laudations of Mr. Herrick! Think how the poor man's ears must burn!"
"Let them. He has very nice ears, Eve. Did you notice how small and close they were?"
"I did not!" declared Eve despairingly. "Nor did I specially observe his teeth or his hair or his feet, or—"
"But you noticed the scar on his face, didn't you?"
"Yes, I couldn't very well help doing that," owned Eve. "Any more than I could help noticing his hands."
"So strong looking, aren't they?" asked Miss Mullett, eagerly.