"Some girls from eighteen to twenty.

And some younger." "How much younger ?" "Oh, from sixteen to seventeen." She grew more and more excited; she positively laid her hand on my arm in her eagerness to secure my attention all to herself.

"American girls or English ?" she resumed, her fat, firm fingers closing on me with a tremulous grasp.
"Shall you be in town in November ?" said Mr.Farnaby, purposely interrupting us again.

"If you would like to see the Lord Mayor's Show--" Mrs.Farnaby impatiently shook me by the arm.

"American girls or English ?" she reiterated, more obstinately than ever.
Mr.Farnaby gave her one look.