You are pretty nice to look at, but you don't quite come up to what she was in those days.

I tell you, I wish you could have seen her," said the good man, warming to his subject.

"Why, I've seen the time when every fellow on the floor was after her." "Papa," says Mrs.Van Astrachan, reprovingly, "I wouldn't say such things if I were you." "Yes, I would," said Rose.

"Do tell us, Mr.Van Astrachan." "Well, I'll tell you," said Mr.Van Astrachan: "you ought to have seen her in a red dress she used to wear." "Oh, come, papa! what nonsense! Rose, I never wore a red dress in my life; it was a pink silk; but you know men never do know the names for colors." "Well, at any rate," said Mr.Van Astrachan, hardily, "pink or red, no matter; but I'll tell you, she took all before her that evening.

There were Stuyvesants and Van Rennselaers and Livingstons, and all sorts of grand fellows, in her train; but, somehow, I cut 'em out.