But they both carry canes and wear tall silk hats, and part their hair in the middle, and look at you through the kind of big round eyeglasses with dark rims that would make you look awfully homely if they didn't make you look so stylish.

But I don't think Mother cares very much for either the lawyer or the bank man, and I'm glad.

I wouldn't like to live with those glasses every day, even if they are stylish.

I'd much rather have Father's kind.
Then there's the man that paints pictures.

He's tall and slim, and wears queer ties and long hair.