Your intellectual father going into the vegetable business--and with a common old Dutchman! Oh, horrors, my daughter! What could have put such a thought in your head ?" The fat, fussy woman affected to be overcome, and raised her hands in the very agony of distress.
"My daughter, Mr.Gusher, has a way of talking so at times.

A little satirical, you know--inherits it from her father." "My mother has spoken of you frequently, Mr.Gusher.I almost felt acquainted with you before you arrived.

You do business in the city, she says.

The weather is so very bad, I am sure you will not enjoy such a dull place as this," said Mattie, turning to Mr.Gusher and resuming the conversation, cold and emotionless.
"No, no, miss," rejoined Mr.Gusher, smiling; "I am zure I shall be so happy wiz you.

Wiz you to zay so many good zings to me, my heart shall be in ze paradise." Here Mr.Gusher made a bow, and pressed his hand to his heart.