Is HE like his grandmother ?" the girl pursued.

Then as her companion looked vague: "Wasn't it his grandmother too you knew ?" He had an extraordinary smile.

"His mother." She exclaimed, colouring, on her mistake, and he added: "I'm not so bad as that.

But you're none of you like them." "Wasn't she pretty ?" Nanda asked.
"Very handsome.

But it makes no difference.