She loved him so! Perfect he was. Simply perfect. Perfectly simple. In
every way. A paragon.
He never even swore. Hanging a picture, he caught his thumb a proper
crack with a hammer, that is to say, he hit it. “Mice and mumps!” cried
Harry. She loved him so.
Oh, rare saying! It epitomized Harry to her—his only swear word. So
perfect he was! “Mice and mumps!” Never anything stronger. Never “Rats
and rickets!” Never “Snakes and scarlet-fever.” Never “Terrapins and
tuberculosis!” No. Only “Mice and mumps.” She loved him so! Oh,
rapturous affinity!