"Good sleuth work!" says I. "He's the guy. But I didn't know he had such a cunnin' set of nieces. Most as tall as he is, ain't you, Peggy?"
But that don't happen to be the line of dialogue they're burnin' to follow out. Exchangin' a look, they advance mysterious until there's one on each side of me, and then Peggy whispers dramatic:
"You came to see Miss Vee, didn't you?"
"Vee?" says I, lookin' puzzled. "Vee which?"
"Oh, you know, now!" protests Jane, tappin' me playful.
"Sorry," says I, "but this is a baby visit I'm payin'. Ask Uncle Ferdinand if it ain't."
"Humph!" says Peggy. "Anyone can fool Uncle Ferdy."
"Besides," says Jane, "we saw a picture on Vee's dressing table, and when we asked who it was she hid it. So there!"
"Not a picture of me, though," says I. "Couldn't be."
"Yes, it was," insists Jane.