"Who is that with you--Ellen ?" "Yes," said Ellen.

"How do you do, grandma ?" Mrs.Zelotes became suddenly fully awake to the situation; she collected her scattered faculties; her keen old eyes gleamed in a shaft of electric-light from the street without, which fell full upon her face.
"Set down," said she.

"Has the dressmaker gone ?" "No, she hadn't when I came out," replied Ellen, "but she's most through for to-night." "How do your things look ?" "Real pretty, I guess." "Sometimes I think you'd better have had Miss Patch.

I hope she 'ain't got your sleeves too tight at the elbows." "They seem to fit very nicely, grandma." "Sleeves are very particular things; a sleeve wrong can spoil a whole dress." Suddenly the old woman turned on Ellen with a look of extremest facetiousness and intelligence, and the girl winced, for she knew what was coming.

"I see you goin' past with a young man last night, didn't I ?" said she.
Ellen flushed.