And, of course, Miss Sylvester made a great one.
"Oh, I do declare, I am going away," through my open window I heard her exclaim in her sweetly affected tone, at the end of that long visit, "without even having the honor of saying a kind word to your young visitor.

Do not wait for me, papa; I must pay my devoirs.

Such a distinguished and travelled person can hardly be afflicted with mauvaise honte.

Why does she not rush to embrace me?
All the French people do; and she is so French! Let me see her, for the sake of my accent." "We don't want no French here, ma'am," replied Uncle Sam, as Sylvester rode off, "and the young lady wants no Doctor Hunt.

Her health is as good as your own, and you never catch no French actions from her.