There, there, that looks just like the ship he sails in." The little woman pointed to the picture of a ship under full sail hanging on the wall.
"Madam, I am sure I shall know your husband," said Mr.Gusher, returning with the paper representing the number of shares the little woman had paid her money for.

"I shall be so happy to zee him when he shall come home." Mr.Gusher handed her the paper, saying: "Now, madam, you shall take good care of zis.

Your money, it shall be perfectly safe." While this interesting little episode was being performed up stairs, an open carriage, showily caparisoned and drawn by a stylish pair of well-groomed bays, drew up at the door.

A desperate effort had evidently been made to get the coachman into some sort of livery, for he wore a tall black hat, with a broad velvet band, and a buckle in front as big as an ordinary sized horse shoe.

His coat, too, was of green cloth, covered all over with large brass buttons, and he seemed proud of his white gloves and tight-fitting breeches, which he kept looking down at every few minutes.
This was Mrs.Topman's new "turnout," which she had recently set up in opposition to one indulged in by a circumspect and very aristocratic neighbor.