But Nora--you know Nora ?" "Certainly, the little black-eyed Irish Terrier--terror, I mean." "Oh, Papa, she's just lovely and she's my friend." "Is she, dear, then I apologise, but indeed I meant nothing derogatory to her.

I greatly like her, she is so spunky." "Yes, there's Nora, and Kathleen, Nora's sister." "Oh, Kathleen, the tall beautiful girl with the wonderful hair ?" The little girl sighed.

"Oh, such lovely long yellow hair." The little maid's hair was none of these.

"And she is not a bit proud--just nice, you know--just as if she were not so lovely, but like--only like me." "Like you, indeed!" exclaimed the doctor indignantly.

"Like my little girl?
I don't see any one quite like my little girl.