You think that my hair always curls in this way,
don't you, EDDY?"
"Why, you don't mean to say, FLORA, that it's _all_--"
"--False? No, you absurd thing! But curling irons, and oil, and crimping
pins have to be used hours and hours."
"Ha! ha!" laughed EDWIN DROOD, "I see the point; you've had to make-up
for me. Now I dare say that you have thought my boots, which I have worn
in your company, were the right size for me? They're really one and a
half sizes too small, and almost kill me. As for gloves, I never wear
any at all except when I come to see you."
"And my complexion, dear brother?"
"Oh, I know all about that, darling sister. I couldn't find any fault
with _that_, so long as my own seal-ring, which you thought so
rich-looking, was only plated."
The little creature burst into a laugh of delight, and pressed his arm
with sisterly enthusiasm. "And we can be perfectly honest with each
other; can't we, EDDY? As a partnership for life until death should us
part is no longer our object, we have no need to utterly deceive each
other in everything."
"No," answered the equally happy young man; "as we're not trying to
marry now, we may as well drop the swindle."
"And just suppose we'd gone on and got married," cried the Flowerpot
with dancing eyes. "When it was too late, you'd have found out what I
really was--"
"And you'd have found _me_ out," interrupted EDWIN, vivaciously.
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