He laughed an' went back, while I walked on, a-makin'-believe a page, in blue puffed breeches, was a-holdin' up my train, which was of light-green velvet trimmed with silver lace.
Pretty soon, turnin' a little corner, I meets the Count and Countess of Milwaukee.

She was a small lady, dressed in black, an' he was a big fat man about fifty years old, with a grayish beard.

They both wore little straw hats, exac'ly alike, an' had on green carpet-slippers.
"They stops when they sees me, an' the lady she bows and says 'good-mornin',' an' then she smiles, very pleasant, an' asks if I was a-livin' here, an' when I said I was, she says she was too, for the present, an' what was my name.

I had half a mind to say the Earl-ess Random, but she was so pleasant and sociable that I didn't like to seem to be makin' fun, an' so I said I was Mrs.De Henderson.
"'An' I,' says she, 'am Mrs.General Andrew Jackson, widow of the ex-President of the United States.

I am staying here on business connected with the United States Bank.