she tried a little trill and a smile together. The result was really too adorable. But to my surprise Miss Prue frowned and shook her pretty, wicked head.
"Bab," says she, "it will not do, dear. I showed my teeth, and one is missing, exactly in the middle of the upper jaw. You have not a tooth that you could lend me, darling? Besides, two other prominent members are blackened with decay. 'Twere best I kept my lips close. And wearing 'em so tight, I must be careful lest I suck the paint off."
"Prue," says I severely, "you are more precautious than myself when I am robing and posturing for a conquest. Forbear, my girl, for this is vanity."
At this she winced, and palpably. I held my sides for laughter when I heard the reason why.
"Bab," says she, "when you call me girl, do you know it hurts quite horribly?"
"Girl, girl!" cries I, with great emphasis.
"Bab," says she, with real roses in her cheeks, "if you call me that again I'll punch your—er—I mean—I'll—er"
"You mean you'll what, my delightful little girlie?" says I, gloating on her rage.
"I'll kiss you," says she, revealing the red ochre on her lips.
At that I did desist, for I was not sure, judging by her looks, whether she was not hoping that I would take her at her word. And in any
