avoid this error in future. He was more than middle tall, and broad
in the shoulders; and he had gray-blue eyes, and a fresh color, and
a kind and merry look, and dark brown hair that was not always as
sleek as he wished it to be.

"Joan: Oh!

Martin: With this further oddity, that above the nape of his neck
was a whitish tuft which, though he took great pains to conceal it,
continually obtruded through the darker hair like the cottontail on
the back of a rabbit.

Joan: Oh! Oh!

And she became as red as a cherry.

Martin: May I have my apple?

Joan: But had not he a--mustache?

Martin: He fondly believed so.

Joan (with unexpected fire): It was a big and beautiful mustache!

Martin (fervently): There was never a King of twenty years with one
so big and beautiful.

She gave him the apple.

Martin: Thank you. Will you, because I have answered many questions,