"Isn't this just too unique for words?" she gushes. "And is not dear
Virgil perfectly charming tonight?"

"Oh, he's a bear at this sort of thing, all right," says Whity, "this
and making cheese."

"Cheese!" echoes Cousin Inez.

"Sure!" says Whity. "Hasn't he told you about his cheese factories?
Ask him."

"But--but I understood that--that he was a poet," says she, "a sculptor
poet."

"Bah!" says Whity. "He couldn't make his salt at either. All just a
pose!"

"Why, I can hardly believe it," says Cousin Inez. "I don't believe it,
either."

"Then read his poetry and look at his so called groups," goes on Whity.

"But he's such a talented, interesting man," insists Inez.

"With such an interesting family too," says Whity, winkin'.

"Family!" gasps Cousin Inez.

"Wife and six children," says Whity, lyin' easy.