"You don't see many streets finer than this in New York, do you ?" "It looks very pretty and attractive," answered Gabriella, as they swung dangerously round a statue, and then started in a race up the avenue, "but I miss the shrubs and the flowers." "Oh, there are flowers enough.

You just wait till you get on a bit.
We've got some urns filled with hydrangeas, that queer new sort between blue and pink.

But what do you want with shrubs?
All they're good for is to get in your way whenever you want to look out into the street.

Mrs.
Madison was telling me only yesterday that she cut down the lilac bushes in her front yard because they kept her from recognizing the people in motor cars.

Look at that house now, that's one of the finest, in the city.