So, when I'm not
sure, I just say something funny, and if the mouth is big and dimpled,
I know it's Hope without any mistake. Now, I knew you'd be mad, but
what on earth ails Faith? _She_ looks madder than you do?"
It was a fact. Hope had drawn herself up, not half pleased to have the
size of her mouth--which was a sensitive feature--so questioned; but
Faith had turned entirely away with sudden coolness, miffed because she
did not look jolly, and display a dimple like the special one, the
possession of which she had always envied her sister. It was an
exhibition of female weakness entirely unexpected by Tom Allyne, and
for some reason pleased him wonderfully. He turned from one to the
other, full of hypocritical glee, though the face he then bent upon
Dwight was severe in the extreme.
"See here, sir! Don't you know better than to say such things? Why,
you as much as insinuate that one or the other of these young ladies
has a blemish! Now that--"
"See here!" broke out poor Dwight, not entirely sure who was most
abusing him, "who set me up to saying what I did, anyhow? I think it's
downright mean for you all to turn on a fellow so! You all promised
not to be mad, and now see you!"
"You are right," said Faith, turning quickly. "I am ashamed of myself
for minding such a trifle! But I do sometimes get tired of being
reminded that Hope is so much nicer and jollier than I."
"And I that Faith is so much more refined and ladylike!" added the
other.
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