Her eyes shone with soft blue gleams.
"Indeed I can! I bake all the bread we use," he said, stoutly.

"And I flatter myself I can beat any girl you know." "You can beat mine, I'm sure.

Before I went to college I did pretty well.

But I learned too much there.

Now my mother and sisters, and brother Jim, all the family except dad, make fun of my bread." "You have a brother?
How old is he ?" "One brother--Jim, we call him.