to make them 'shut up,' because if I do, he will, whether they wish it or not. So I said no, they must sing all they like; and he said—he said" Here Mme. Momoro was suddenly overcome with mirth. She pressed her two long hands upon her cheeks, laughing between them. "He said he had already perceived I was 'a girl like that'! He pronounce' me a 'regular' somesing—I cannot say what. So he told us his name and the Ill—Illi—Illinois Company; he is the president. And he seized upon my hand to shake it up and down in your American way, and he shook Hyacinthe's hand; and then he asked our name and brought the gentlemen—most of them—to where we sat. 'This is the Mr. Somesing of Booffalo who makes all the worsted,' he told us; 'and this is Mr. Somesing from Tchicago who is president of some letters in the alphabet; and this is Mr. Somesing from somewhere else who has such a big, big Trust Company'" Laughter threatened her composure again; but she was able to continue: "Even though he was a little—well, we must say he was a little exhilarated, if that is a proper word—you could see he admires those gentlemen because they have power, like himself. It was very interesting."
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