Oh, rural district.

Yes .-- Still they could not help owning that she was handsome, a concession which of course had to be made with reservations.
"Don't you think she's vuiry good-lookin' ?" said a Boston girl to a New York girl.

"I think she's real pooty." "I dew, indeed.

I didn't think she was haaf so handsome the feeest time I saw her," answered the New York girl.
"What a pity she had n't been bawn in Bawston!" "Yes, and moved very young to Ne Yock!" "And married a sarsaparilla man, and lived in Fiff Avenoo, and moved in the fust society." "Better dew that than be strong-mainded, and dew your own cook'n, and live in your own kitch'n." "Don't forgit to send your card when you are Mrs.Old Dr.Jacob!" "Indeed I shaan't.

What's the name of the alley, and which bell ?" The New York girl took out a memorandum-book as if to put it down.
"Had n't you better let me write it for you, dear ?" said the Boston girl.