"Why don't you keep quiet and listen to my story?
I say, she went into a great dry-goods store in New York, as sales-woman." "Bless my soul! You don't mean a shop-girl ?" "That's what I said, isn't it?
And why not ?" "Oh, well!--but, shade of Susan Brown! Ichabod!--what is the feminine of Ichabod, by the way, Trednoke?
But, seriously, it's too bad.

Susan may have been fickle, but she was always aristocratic.

And now her daughter is a shop-girl.

You and I are avenged!" "You are just as ridiculous, Meschines, as you were thirty or fifty years ago," said the general, tranquilly.

"You declaim for the sake of hearing your own voice.