"I'm glad she isn't my aunty," says Jane. "She looks too cross."
"If I was Vee's aunty," puts in Peggy, "I wouldn't be mad if she did have your picture in a silver frame."
"Honest?" says I. "How's that?"
"'Cause I don't think you're so awful horrid, even if you aren't anybody," says Peggy. "Do you, Jane?"
"I like him," says Jane. "I think his hair's nice too."
"Well, well!" says I. "Guess I got some gallery with me, anyway. And how does Vee stand with you?"
"Oh, she's just a dear!" says Peggy, clappin' her hands.
"M-m-m-m!" echoes Jane. "She's going to take us to see Maude Adams next Wednesday too."
"Huh!" says I, indicatin' deep thought. "So you'll see her again soon?"
"I wish it was tomorrow," says Jane.