One of them is a young man from Boston,--an aesthetic young man, who talks about its being "a real Corot day," etc., and a young woman--a girl, a female, I don't know what to call her--from Vermont, or Minnesota, or some such place.

This young woman is the most extraordinary specimen of artless Yankeeism that I ever encountered; she is really too horrible.

I have been three times to Clementine about your underskirt, etc..