Mrs. Gashly— "Is it your first visit?"
Yes, it was her first.
All—"Indeed?"
Mrs. Oreillé—"I'm afraid you'll despise the weather, Miss Hawkins. It's perfectly awful. It always is. I tell Mr. Oreillé I can't and I won't put up with any such a climate. If we were obliged to do it, I wouldn't mind it; but we are not obliged to, and so I don't see the use of it. Sometimes its real pitiful the way the childern pine for Parry—don't look so sad, Bridget, ma chere—poor child, she can't hear Parry mentioned without getting the blues."
Mrs. Gashly—"Well I should think so, Mrs. Oreille. A body lives in Paris, but a body only stays here. I dote on Paris; I'd druther scrimp along on ten thousand dollars a year there, than suffer and worry here on a real decent income."
Miss Gashly—"Well then I wish you'd take us back, mother; I'm sure I hate this stoopid country enough, even if it is our dear native land."
Miss Emmeline Gashly—"What, and leave poor Johnny Peterson behind?" [An airy general laugh applauded this sally].
Miss Gashly—"Sister, I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself!"
Miss Emmeline—"Oh, you needn't ruffle your feathers so. I was only joking. He don't mean anything by coming to the house every evening—only comes to see mother. Of course that's all!" [General laughter].
Miss G. prettily confused—"Emmeline, how can you!"
Mrs. G.,—"Let your sister alone, Emmeline.—I never saw such a tease!"
Mrs. Oreillé—"What lovely corals you have, Miss Hawkins! Just look at them, Bridget, dear. I've a great passion for corals—it's a pity they're getting a little common. I have some elegant ones—not as elegant as yours, though—but of course I don't wear them now."
