Besides, what you say is un-American.

Grace Parsloe, as I was saying, got a place as shop-girl in one of the great New York stores.

I don't say she mightn't have done worse: what I say is, I doubt whether she could have done better.

That house--I know one of its founders, and I know what I'm talking about--is like an enormous family, where children are born, year after year, grow up, and take their places in life according to their quality and merit.

What I mean is, that the boy who drives a wagon for them to-day, at three dollars a week, may control one of their chief departments, or even become a partner, before they're done with him; and, mutatis mutandis, the same with the girls.