But you did mighty well, even if you didn't marry Arthur.

I saw Mr.George downtown yesterday, when I went around to Stern's to match the edging for a baby dress, and I thought to myself I'd seldom seen a handsomer piece of flesh than he was.

He was walkin' along up Fifth Avenue with Florrie Spencer--I'll always call her Florrie Spencer I don't care how many times she marries--and everybody in the street turned right plumb round to look at 'em.

She's prettier than she ever was, ain't she?
And such a fit as her dress was! One of them trailin' black things that fit as tight as wax over the hips and flares out all round the feet.

She was holdin' up her skirts to show her feet, I reckon, and her collar was so high behind her ears, she could hardly turn her head to look at Mr.
George.