I also understood her to inquire whether the Italians were domestic in their tastes or whether they were like the French, who, she believed, had no home life at all.

I saw the Senator put a card in his pocket-book and restore it to his breast, and heard him inquire whether his new Italian acquaintance wore his uniform every day as a matter of choice or because he had to.

An hour went by, and when I finally awoke it was to see momma sitting by with folded hands and an expression of much gratification while poppa gave a graphic account of the rise and progress of the American baking-powder interest.
"I don't expect," said he, "you've ever heard of Wick's Electric Corn-flour ?" "It is my misfortune." "We sent thousands of cans to Southern Europe last year, sir.

Or Wick's Sublimated Soda ?" "I am stupidissimo." "No, not at all.

But I daresay your momma knows it, if she ever has waffles on her breakfast table.