“Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Vivian, that she sucks it still?” she inquired.
“I mean what I say, that she has never been removed from it,” returned the Prophet, with energy.
“Well, sir, she must be very partial to milk and Indian rubber, very partial indeed!” said Mr. Sagittarius. “Go on, my darling.”
“Her first tooth, Mr. Vivian—when did she cut it?”
“She has no idea.”
Madame began to look decidedly grim.
“Date of short-coating?” she rapped out.
“There was no date. She never wore a short-coat.”
“Do you desire me to believe, Mr. Vivian, that the old lady has been going about in long clothes ever since she was born?” inquired Madame, with incredulous sarcasm.
“Most certainly I do,” replied the Prophet.