But," sez he, "you are right about our looks--we are dum good-lookin', both on us.

I am pretty lookin'," says he, firmly, "though you hain't willin' to own up to it." Sez he, "I dare presoom to say, he thought I would be a sort of a ornament to his rooms--kinder set 'em off.

And you look respectable," sez he, sort o' lookin' down on me-- "Only you are too fat!" Sez he, "You'd be quite good-lookin' if it wuzn't for that." And then we had some words.
And I sez, "It hain't none of our merits that angel looks at; it is his own goodness." "Wall, there hain't no use in your callin' him an angel.

You never called me so." "No, indeed!" sez I; "I never had no occasion, not at all." And then we had some more words--not many, but jest a few.

We worship each other, and it is known to be so, all over Jonesville, and Loontown, and Zoar.