"How are you, Sam ?" said she, as they shook hands.

"My, Susie, _doesn't_ he look New York ?" Sam tried to conceal that he was swelling with pride.

"Oh, this is nothing," said he deprecatingly.
Ruth's heart was a-flutter.

The Fisher picture of the Chambers love-maker, thought she, might almost be a photograph of Sam.
She was glad she had obeyed the mysterious impulse to make a toilette of unusual elegance that morning.

How get rid of Susan?
"_I_'ll take the sample, Susie," said she.