My goodness, what a place ye made of it! Look at them lamps, all fireworks up there, and that big chair! I wonder who robbed a church to get it! Well--well---WELL! John! did ye ever see the like?
Otto, ye ought to rent this place out for a chowder-party ball.

Well, well, I NEVER!" The comments of some of the others, while they voiced their complete surprise, were less enthusiastic.

Bundleton, after shaking hands with Felix and Kitty, and then with Kling, dropped his wife and made a tour of the room without uttering a sound of any kind until he reached Felix again, when he remarked gravely: "I should think it would worry you some to keep the moths out of this stuff," and then passed on to tell Kling he must look out "them lamps didn't spill and set things on fire." Porterfield, as was to be expected, was distinctly practical.

"Awful lot of truck when you get it all together, ain't it, Mr.O'Day?
I was just tellin' my wife that them two chairs up t'other side of the room wouldn't last long in my parlor, they're that wabbly.

But maybe these Fifth Avenue folks don't do no sittin'-- just keep 'em in a glass case to look at." Pestler was more discerning.