“Well, then, what are your notions?”
“Katie is rather too dark for my idea of an angel. I can't fancy a dark angel.”
“Why, how can you call Katie dark!”
“I only say she is too dark for my idea of an angel.”
“Well, go on.”
“Then, she is rather too grave!”
“Too grave for an angel!”
“For my idea of an angel,—one doesn't want one's angel to be like oneself, and I am so grave, you know.”
“Yes, very. Then your angel is to be a laughing angel. A laughing angel, and yet very sensible; never talking nonsense?”
“Oh, I didn't say that.”