grandmas, but we call her Nancy Lou. . . . Yes, we think it's dear."
"You'll see the youngsters when you come over to-morrow night," Hoagland promised.
"Oh, Evelyn, they're just the darlingest kiddies that ever were: you'll simply adore them!" Carrie sang.
"The boy's a regular feller, I'll tell the world!"
"Tell Evelyn that precious thing he said."
"I don't just know what you mean, Carrie."
"You know—about not being a girl?"
"Oh yes! He and Nancy Lou were playing on the lawn in their overalls, and Miss Violetta Mortimer"
"Miss Heloise, dear."
"What?"
"It doesn't matter. It simply happened to be Miss Heloise, but it doesn't make any difference."
"Well, anyway, whichever Mortimer girl it was said, 'Well, two little boys, I see!'"
"Because Nancy Lou had on her overalls"
"But Sonny Boy wasn't going to stand for anything like that; he said, 'I'm a boy, but she's a girl.'"
"That wasn't exactly it, dear."
"All right, you tell it."
"It was practically it, only what Sonny Boy said was, 'I's a boy, but Nancy Lovu's nuffin but a 'ittle dirl!'"
"Ah-h!" groaned Carrie, tenderly.
There were olives and salted almonds, because it
