. Wit, humor and pathos . sir—dresses for all day—dressesto wear from six oclock in the mornin till nine atnight, I replied with a patrishun air. Ough ! zen ze madame will have ze polonaise, zewatteaic wiz ze grande panier, and ze sleef a la Marie Antoinette and Yes, everything, sez I, carelessly; and now, mygood man, how many yards will it take? We, madame, it will take for ze grande dress 176(what you dam call him ?) yards. Oh! I veel make ze madame one habit magnifique, one What, 176 yards for one dress! I exclaimed,holdin my breath. We we explained the man-tailor, rubbing hishands. Zat is
. Wit, humor and pathos . sir—dresses for all day—dressesto wear from six oclock in the mornin till nine atnight, I replied with a patrishun air. Ough ! zen ze madame will have ze polonaise, zewatteaic wiz ze grande panier, and ze sleef a la Marie Antoinette and Yes, everything, sez I, carelessly; and now, mygood man, how many yards will it take? We, madame, it will take for ze grande dress 176(what you dam call him ?) yards. Oh! I veel make ze madame one habit magnifique, one What, 176 yards for one dress! I exclaimed,holdin my breath. We we explained the man-tailor, rubbing hishands. Zat is wiz ze polonaise, zewattean, ze paniei, ze flounce, cut in ze Vandykes Good heavens, man ! must I haveall these things ?—and what will theyall cost? I exclaimed, tryin to con-ceal my emoshuh. Ough ! a veere little, Madame—only seventeen-fifty wiz all ze rare lace on ze flounces, and Gracious, Charity, that is cheap,sez Ant Ruth, takin off her glasses and a-lookin atthe patterns. Seventeen-f-i-f-t-y ! Why, Charity,. 48 I shud a thot that $65 was a small figer for all thesefixins. Cant you put on somethin more, my good man?sez I. The Perkinses is able, and we are willin togo to thirty or forty. Yees, madame, I can put ze Jabot of ve-ree finelace in ze neck—un, trois, dix plaits. All right; what else? sez I, whirlin my pocket-book carelessly. We can catch up ze skirt and ze flounces withbows S—sh! man, do you think Ill have beaux catchinup my flounces? Shame! insultin, base man! I ex-claimed, as I fel,t the skarlet tinge of madenhood playupon my alabaster cheek. No, sir, we want no beaux catchin up our flounces,sez Ant Ruth ; we Pardon, madame; I mean ze bows will hold up zeflounces, ze bows No, tha wont, insultin Frenchman ! Do you knowyou address a Perkins? and Ant Ruth and I turneda witherin look at the monster and walked, blushin,to the door. Nine—nine! exclaimed a young German womanfrom Europe, wildly ketchin hold of our clothes. You nix fustand putty goot Miste
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