Do you?"
"Why, you old Don Juan!" exclaimed Tunis, grinning. "Ain't you
ashamed of yourself?"
"Me? Aha! I've come to that point of age and experience, Tunis,
where whatever I say about the female sect can't be misconstrued.
That's where I have the advantage of you."
"Uh-huh!" agreed Tunis, nodding.
"Now, if you begun raving about that gal's black hair--An' come to
think of it, Tunis, her mother, Sarah Honey's hair was near 'bout
red. Funny, ain't it?"
"The Bostwicks must have been dark people," said Tunis evenly.
But he remembered in a flash the "fool's gold" which had adorned in
rich profusion the head of the girl in the lace department of Hoskin
& Marl's.
"Well, the Honeys warn't. None I ever see, leastways," announced
Cap'n Ira. "Howsomever, Ida May fits her mother's maiden name in
disposition, if ever a gal did. She's pure honey, Tunis; right from
the comb! And she takes to everything around the house that handy."
Prudence was equally enthusiastic. And Tunis Latham could see for
himself many things which marked the regime of the newcomer at the
Ball homestead as one of vast improvement over that past regime of
the old couple, who had been forced to manage of late in ways which
troubled their orderly souls.
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