"Part of it! O, to whom, Lois? Who is it?"
"Mrs. Wishart's black horses."
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Charity. "Haven't Shampuashuh folks got horses?
Don't tell me!"
"But, Lois!" pursued Madge, "who was the nicest person you saw?"
"Madge, I don't know. A good many seemed to be nice."
"Well, who was the handsomest? and who was the cleverest? and who was the kindest to you? I don't mean Mrs. Wishart. Now answer."
"The handsomest, and the cleverest, and the kindest to me?" Lois repeated slowly. "Well, let me see. The handsomest was a Mr. Caruthers."
"Who's he?"
"Mr. Caruthers."
"What is he, then?"