"Terrible," I muttered.

"Indeed! Now that's nice. And is she spare or fleshy?"

"Medium," I said. "Just right."

"That's nice. But what'll she run to? It makes a heap of difference
to a woman what she runs to. Now I naterally take on."

"I should say Nanny Pulsifer would naturally lose weight," I answered.

"That's nice. It's so much better to run to that--it's easier gittin'
around. Tip says she has a be-yutiful figger. There's nothin' like
figger. If there's anythin' I hate to see it's a first-class gingham
fittin' a woman like it was hung there to air. But about Tip's wife
agin--she must have a lovely disposition?"

"Splendid," I said.

"That's what Tip says. He told me that oncet in a while when he was
kind of low-down she'd git het-up and spited like, but ordinarily, he
says, she's jest a-singin' and a-singin' and makin' him comf'table and
helpin' the children. And them children! I'm jest longin' to see 'em.
They must be lovely."

"From what Tip says," I interjected.

"From what Tip says," she went on. "He was tellin' me about Earl and
Alice Eliza, and Pearl and Cevery and the rest of 'em. He says it's