[Illustration: OH! THE SHAME OF IT.
Polly: “See here, Feodora, it’s a no use o’ your standin’ there wid
your arms crosst like a Wenus der Milo a-puttin’ on airs. I’ll give
you a pointer: nusses has feelinks just the same as other folks, an’ I
won’t take none o’ your sass, an’ don’t yer forgit it!”
Feodora (with intense bitterness): “Nothink can’t be expected better of
no one who so far forgits herself as to take care of Chinee h’infants.”]
[Illustration: VERY APPARENT.
“It’s easy to see, Hattie, that she hasn’t moved in the best
society!”]
[Illustration:
“My own cousin, an’ she didn’t reckernize me!”
“Don’t mind it, Sally; wimmin isn’t accountable for what they does when
they gets a Mary de Medicine collar on for the first time!”]
[Illustration:
“Hey, Jimmy, ain’t yer a-rushin’ the season?”
“Rushin’ the season? Naw! When I picked out a suit at the clothin’
fund, it was a warm day, an’ I wanted to look swell!”]
[Illustration: THE DIGNITY OF POWER.
Chorus: “Who is she, anyhow?”
Tilly MacAllister: “She comes from Philadelphia, an’ her father’s a
butcher. She wants to get into our set, but we ain’t got no use for
butchers’ daughters nor Quakers.”]
[Illustration: A GENEROUS OFFER.
“I say, mister, how’s that fer a dog-cart, eh? Jump right in an’ I’ll
take yer where yer a-goin’, an’ I won’t charge yer a cent. An’ yer’ll
have the company of the lady the whole way.”]
[Illustration:
“It’s a wonderful sight, eh, Susanne?”
“Won-der-ful!”
“I dunno how it is with you wimmin folks, but it makes us men feel
awful insiggernifikint!”]
[Illustration: “EVEN SUPPOSING.”
Bleak House Boy (to Digby, who set out to enjoy in quietness a sand
and sun bath): “Supposin’ I wuz to tell you the entire willage is gone
on a pic-nic, an’ supposin’ I wuz to brace you for fifty cents, an’
then supposin’ you cussed a bit an’ refused to giv’ it, wot’d you do
supposin’ I set my dog on you?”]
[Illustration: A HOLIDAY DREAM.
Em’ly: “Yer see I wuz carried away on a yaller cloud into a big open
blue place where there wuz nothin’ but dolls--blondes, bluenettes,
niggers, an’ Chinese; and Santa Claus took me by the hand an’ led me up
to one o’ the most beautifullest dolls I ever seen, all gold lace an’
spangles, an’ it could talk an’ sing, too. (In rapture): Oh, it wuz too
loverly for anythink! An’ Santa Claus wuz just puttin’ it into my hands
when I woked up!”