“‘Among other things,’ I believe,” she said humbly. Beatrice put her tongue between her teeth and laughed wickedly.
“‘Among other things,’ ‘Postle?” she repeated. “Do you mean love laughs at mothers, and fathers, and sisters, and brothers, and men friends, and lady friends, and even at the b’loved himself?”
She affected a great innocence.
“In fact, it’s one big smile,” he replied.