It was actually the first time such a theme had been broached even in their private converse.
"Well," said Blue, stoutly, "he might, you know.

Such things happen." "I don't think it's quite nice to think of it," said Red, meditatively.
"It isn't nice," said Blue, agreeing perfectly, but unwilling to recant; "still, it may be our duty to think of it.

Sophia said once that a woman was always more or less responsible if a man fell in love with her." "Did Sophia say that ?" Weighty worlds of responsibility seemed to be settling on little Red's shoulders.
"Yes; she was talking to mamma about something.

So, as it's quite possible he might fall in love with us, we _ought_ to consider the matter." "You don't think he's falling in love with Eliza, do you ?" "Oh no!"-- promptly--"but then Eliza isn't like us." Red looked at her pretty face in the glass as she continued to smooth out the brown curls.

She thought of Eliza's tall figure, immobile white face, and crown of red hair.
"No," she said, meditatively; "but, Blue"-- this quite seriously--"I hope he won't fall in love with us." "Oh, so do I; for it would make him feel so miserable.