daughter-in-law, later on, in a voice perfectly audible to the man at the wheel. "He's the best looking thing in town. Don't be surprised if I steal him inside of a week." She might as well have been at the zoo, discussing impervious captives.
"Now, don't try anything like that," cried Mrs. Millidew the elder, glaring fiercely.
"I like the way his hair kinks in the back,—and just above his ears," said the other. "And his skin is as smooth and as clear—"
"Is there any drive in particular you would like to take, madam?" broke in Trotter, turning in the seat.
"Up—up and down Fifth Avenue," said Mrs. Millidew promptly.
"Did you ever see such teeth?" cried Mrs. Millidew, the younger, delightedly.
Trotter's ears were noticeable on account of their colour.
