The ice was broken, and the dressing-room began to empty itself into the spacious, lighted apartments below.
Mr.Silas Peckham slid into the room with Mrs.Peckham alongside, like a shad convoying a jelly-fish.
"Good-evenin', Mrs.Sprowle! I hope I see you well this evenin'.

How 's your haalth, Colonel Sprowle ?" "Very well, much obleeged to you.

Hope you and your good lady are well.
Much pleased to see you.

Hope you'll enjoy yourselves.

We've laid out to have everything in good shape,--spared no trouble nor ex"-- "pence,"-- said Silas Peckham.
Mrs.Colonel Sprowle, who, you remember, was a Jordan, had nipped the Colonel's statement in the middle of the word Mr.Peckham finished, with a look that jerked him like one of those sharp twitches women keep giving a horse when they get a chance to drive one.
Mr.and Mrs.Crane, Miss Ada Azuba, and Miss Mahala Crane made their entrance.