"Nothing but," says I.
"I hope she has a nice disposition too," says she.
"Nope," says I, shakin' my head solemn.
"Humph! What's the matter with that?" says Vee.
"Jumpy," says I. "Red pepper and powdered sugar; sometimes all sugar, sometimes all pepper, then again a mixture. You never can tell."
"Then I'd throw her over," says Vee.
"Honest, would you?" says I, lookin' her square in the eye.
"If I didn't like her disposition, I would," says she.
"But that's the best part of her to me," says I. "Adds variety, you know, and—well, I expect it's about the only way I'm like her. Mine is apt to be that way too."
"Why, of course," comes in Mabel. "If she was as pretty as all that, and angelic too——"