I'll tell Mrs.White to set a short-hand writer in the great aloe, next party she gives.

Confess, Mrs.Little, you went to criticise poor us, and there is no cactus at all." "Miss Carden, I'm affronted.

You shall smart for this.

Henry, take her directly and show her the cactus, and clear your mother's character." Henry offered his arm directly, and they went gayly off.
"Is she gone to flirt, or to gossip ?" asked a young lady.
"Our watches must tell us that," said Mrs.Little.

"If they stay five minutes--gossip." "And how many--flirtation ?" "Ah, my dear, YOU know better than I do.