Beggar’s Choice
“Fay seemed to be off my hands all right. She had clicked with the Irish cousin.
Corinna was most awfully pleased with England, and her English relations, and Linwood, and Uncle John. She said he was a perfect lamb; and I thought he must have changed an awful lot, or else Corinna had really made a complete conquest. She raved about every one and everything except Anna. I noticed she didn’t say much about Anna; she just slid away from her. I brought her back firmly.
“What about Anna?” I said. “Is she a perfect lamb too?”
Corinna gazed at me earnestly.
“I don’t think you’ve got at all the right idea about your Uncle John.”
“Don’t you?”
“No, I do not.”
“But we weren’t talking about my Uncle John—we were talking about his wife’s niece, Anna Lang, and I was asking you whether she was a perfect lamb.”
She made a wicked face.
“She’s very handsome.”
“Handsome is as handsome does.”
All at once she looked very serious.
“What does she do, Cousin Car?”
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