"Tee-hee!" snickers Mabel, nudgin' Vee delighted. "Is—is she very nice, William? Tell us about her, won't you?"
"Oh, do!" says Vee, sarcastic.
"Well," says I, lookin' at Vee, "she's about your height and build."
"How interesting!" says Mabel, with another nudge. "Go on. What kind of hair?"
"Never was any like it," says I.
"But her complexion," insists Mabel, "dark or fair?"
"Pink roses in the mornin', with the dew on," says I.
"Bravo!" says Mabel, clappin' her hands. "And her eyes?"
"Why," says I, "maybe you've looked down into deep sea water on a still, gray day? That's it."
"She must be a beauty," says Mabel.