She must have been a wonderful woman--the mother.

They all had golden hair, and all wore precisely similar frocks--a charming but _decolletee_ arrangement--in claret-coloured velvet over blue silk stockings.

So far as I could gather, they all had the same young man.

No doubt he found it difficult amongst them to make up his mind.
"Arrange it among yourselves," he no doubt had said, "it is quite immaterial to me.

You are so much alike, it is impossible that a fellow loving one should not love the lot of you.