"He's always bragging of something one or the other of them has done.

Think of it--_Cyril!_ Marie says it all started from the time last January when he discovered the nurses had been calling them Dot and Dimple." "Yes, I know," smiled Billy again, faintly, lifting a thin, white, very un-Billy-like hand to her head.
Kate frowned, and regarded her sister-in-law thoughtfully.
"Mercy! how you look, Billy!" she exclaimed, with cheerful tactlessness.
"They said you did, but, I declare, you look worse than I thought." Billy's pale face reddened perceptibly.
"Nonsense! It's just that I'm so--so tired," she insisted.

"I shall be all right soon.

How did you leave the children ?" "Well, and happy--'specially little Kate, because mother was going away.
Kate is mistress, you know, when I'm gone, and she takes herself very seriously." "Mistress! A little thing like her! Why, she can't be more than ten or eleven," murmured Billy.
"She isn't.

She was ten last month.