Go look under the bed beyond." I obeyed her gladly enough.

Under the fringe of the satin counterpane I found a box of boots, slippers, all manner of footwear, daintily and neatly arranged.

Taking out a pair to my fancy, I carried them out and knelt before her.
"Then, Madam," said I, "since you insist on this, I shall choose.
America is not Europe.

Our feet here have rougher going and must be shod for it.

Allow me!" Without the least hesitation in the world, or the least immodesty, she half protruded the foot which still retained its slipper.