Yesterday how quickly everybody had moved! Now, men and women were walking quietly along, and there was no confusion anywhere.
"How strange!" said Prudy.

"I should think it was Sunday, only the boys are blowing tin trumpets." "Yes; and the babies are going to visit their grandmammas," said Mrs.
Pragoff; "look at the one in the corner in its nurse's arms, with a point-lace bib under its chin.

That pretty blanket, embroidered so heavily, must weigh more than the baby." Dotty kept her gaze steadily fixed on the streets.
"It seems so funny for a steeple to be _preceding_ from the middle of those stores.

'Tisn't a very pious place for a church!" "Now I hope Dotty isn't going to be pert," thought Prudy.
"I know what street that is, down there," added Miss Dimple, jumping out of the car with both feet; "that is Wall Street.

Did they use to have walls both sides of it?
Horace, you scared me so yesterday, I like to screamed.