Our Philadelphia . d on the other Miss Rep-plier, the chronicler of our childish adventures. It was thefirst time we three had sat there together since more yearsthan I am willing to count, and I think we were too con-scious that youth now was no longer of the company not tofeel the sadness as keenly as the pleasure of the reunion inour old home. Gouter, with its associations, has sent me wanderingfar from the daily routine which ended, in the matter ofmeals, with a supper of meat and potatoes and I hardlyknow what, at half past six, when little Philadelphia girlswere probably just finishing t
Our Philadelphia . d on the other Miss Rep-plier, the chronicler of our childish adventures. It was thefirst time we three had sat there together since more yearsthan I am willing to count, and I think we were too con-scious that youth now was no longer of the company not tofeel the sadness as keenly as the pleasure of the reunion inour old home. Gouter, with its associations, has sent me wanderingfar from the daily routine which ended, in the matter ofmeals, with a supper of meat and potatoes and I hardlyknow what, at half past six, when little Philadelphia girlswere probably just finishing their cambric tea and bread-and-butter, and even the bims from Dexters when thesehad been added as a special treat or reward. How couldwe, upon so much heavier fare, have seen things, how couldwe have looked upon life, just as those other little girlsdid? V We did not play, any more than we ate, like the childin Philadelphia or its suburbs. One memory of our play-time I have common to all Philadelphia children of my. MAIN STREET. GERMANTOWN AT THE CONVENT 91 generation: the meniorj of Signor Blitz, on a more thanusually blissful Reverend ]Mothers Feast, taking rabbitsout of our hats and bowls of gold-fish out of his sleeve, andholding a long conversation with the immortal Bobby, themost prodigious puppet that ever conversed with any pro-fessional ventriloquist. But this was a rare ecstasy neverrepeated. What games the children in Rittenhouse Square andthe Lanes of Germantown had, I cannot record, but ofone thing I am sure: they did not go to the tune and thewords of Sur le pont dAvignon, or Qu est-ce quipasse ici si tard, or II etait un avocat Nor, I fancy,were Malbrough sen va-ten guerre and An clair de lalune, moil ami Pierrot the songs heard in the Philadel-phia nursery. Nor is it likely that Cest le mois deMarie, which we sang as lustily all through May as thedevout in France sing it in every church and every ca-thedral from one end of their land to the other, was thecanticl
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