"He's too old; he's forty," repeated Ruyven.
"His legs are shapely," added Cecile, sentimentally.
Dorothy gave a despairing upward glance at me. "Are these children not silly?" she said, with a little shrug.
"We may be children, and we may be silly," said Ruyven, "but if we were you we'd wed our cousin Ormond."
"All of you together?" inquired Dorothy.
"You know what I mean," he snapped.
"Why don't you?" demanded Harry, vaguely, twitching Dorothy by the apron.
"Do what?"
"Wed our cousin Ormond."
"But he has not asked me," she said, smiling.