The silks they make now-a-days ain't worth anything; they don't wear well at all.

Why," continued she, "when I was a girl they made silks that would stand on end--and one of them would last a life-time." They had now reached Chestnut-street, which was filled with gaily-dressed people, enjoying the balmy breath of a soft May evening.

Mrs.Ellis and Caddy walked briskly onward, and were soon beyond the line of shops, and entered upon the aristocratic quarter into which many of its residents had retired, that they might be out of sight of the houses in which their fathers or grandfathers had made their fortunes.
"Mother," said Caddy, "this is Mr.Grant's new house--isn't it a splendid place?
They say it's like a palace inside.

They are great people, them Grants.

I saw in the newspaper yesterday that young Mr.Augustus Grant had been appointed an attache to the American legation at Paris; the newspapers say he is a rising man." "Well, he ought to be," rejoined Mrs.Ellis, "for his old grand-daddy made yeast enough to raise the whole family.