"But we'd rather be ashamed than good, any old time." The Little Doctor giggled behind the Kid's tousled curls, and reached out a slim hand once more to give Pink's tongs the expert twist he was trying awkwardly to learn.

"I'm sorry for Miguel; he's got lovely eyes, anyway." "Yes, ain't he ?" Pink looked up briefly from his task.

"How's your leg, Irish?
Mine's done." "Seems to me I'd make a deep border of them corkscrew curls all around the bottoms, if I was doin' it," said the Countess peevishly, from the kitchen sink.

"If I was that dago I'd murder the hull outfit; I never did see a body so hectored in my life--and him not ever ketchin' on.

He must be plumb simple-minded." When the curling was done to the hilarious satisfaction of Irish and Pink, and, while Pink was dancing in them to show them off, another entered with mail from town.