The two snooty women were sitting in the living room, waiting for their hostess, who was slightly delayed in another room.
The daughter of the family was with the two women, on the theory that she would keep the visitors occupied during the wait.
The child was about six years old. She was snub nosed, spotted with splotchy freckles, buck toothed, and bespectacled. She maintained a deep silence and the two ladies peered doubtfully at her.
Finally, one of the women muttered to the other, "She's not very p - r - e - t - t - y, is she?"
Whereupon the child piped up, "Maybe not, but I'm very s - m - a - r - t and I can s - p - e - l - l."
My six-year-old granddaughter, Caitlynd, and I stopped at a Tim Horton's donut shop for a blueberry muffin. As we were going out the door, a young teenage boy was coming in.