Her lamentations were pathetic.
"Jane Phillips gave it to me,--she was a Sampson, you know,--and I thought ever so much of it.

It was at Hovey's--We were there together, and I admired it; and she said, 'Mrs.Watson, you must let me--' Six dollars was the price of it.

That's a good deal for a parasol, you know, unless it's really a nice one; but Hovey's things are always--I had the handle shortened a little just before I came away, too, so that it would go into my trunk; it had to be mended anyhow, so that it seemed a good--Dear, dear! and now it's spoiled! What a pity I left it in the carriage! I shall know better another time, but this climate is so different.

It never rains in this way at home.

It takes a little while about it, and gives notice; and we say that there's going to be a northeaster, or that it looks like a thunder-storm, and we put on our second-best clothes or we stay at home.
It's a great deal nicer, I think." "I am so sorry," said kind little Mrs.Hope.