Sophia sits in her own lodging, and drinks tea out of earthenware; Amelia sits in _her_ own lodging, and drinks tea out of metal.

They swear never to make it up, and abuse each other furiously to everybody who will listen to them.

Very shocking, and very curious at the same time--isn't it, Zack ?" "Oh, capital! A perfect picture of human nature to us men of the world," exclaimed the young gentleman, smoking with the air of a profound philosopher.

"But tell me, Blyth, which is the prettiest, Amelia or Sophia?
Metal or Earthenware?
My mind's made up, beforehand, to study from the best-looking of the two, if you have no objection." "I have the strongest possible objection, Zack, to talking nonsense where a serious question is concerned.

Are you, or are you not, in earnest in your dislike of commerce and your resolution to be an artist ?" "I mean to be a painter, or I mean to leave home," answered Zack, resolutely.