"You said I was that.

Simp--what--d'ye call it?
Now there are two of us, Chick." "We are all _simpatica_," said Nan, who, like Patty, began to fear Chick's chaff would yet offend the guests.

And then, she determinedly led the conversation away from soulful matters and talked of current events and casual subjects that had no aesthetic significance.
But it was difficult to keep the Blaneys off their favourite themes and hard to quell the fun of the irrepressible Chick.
And so, Nan was rather relieved when at a surprisingly early hour the two aesthetes took their leave.
"Oh, Piccalilli blossoms!" cried Chick, when they were fairly out of hearing, "did you ever see anything like that! Where did you unearth them, Patty?
The lady one, especially! Wow, but she's a five-reel scream!" "Stop that, Chick; I think you're real mean! You made me enough trouble at the dinner table, and you needn't make fun of my friends behind their backs." "But Patty, such backs! I mean, such friends! Oh, I didn't think I could restrain my laughter till they went away from here,--but I managed to do so.

Souls! Rusty souls! Wowly-wow-wow!" "Chick, stop it.

I tell you, I won't have it!" "I'll stop in a minute, Patty.