"My dear girls," said the old lady to her daughters, when they returned home, "I disapprove of that woman.

I am very sorry that pretty little Mrs.Seymour has so bad a friend and adviser.

Why, the woman talks like a Fejee Islander! Baby a mere animal, to be sure! it puts me out of temper to hear such talk.
The woman talks as if she had never heard of such a thing as love in her life, and don't know what it means." "Oh, well, mamma!" said Rose, "you know we are old-fashioned folks, and not up to modern improvements." "Well," said Miss Letitia, "I should think that that poor little weird child of Mrs.Follingsbee's, with the great red bow on her back, had been brought up on this system.

Yesterday afternoon I saw her in the garden, with that maid of hers, apparently enjoying a free fight.

They looked like a pair of goblins,--an old and a young one.