I've just come down from there and I never saw such a crowd." "I'm fairly good at stemming crowds,--I think I'll go up." Farnsworth squared his broad shoulders and started up the stairway.
By tactful manoeuvring, rather than by muscular strength, he gained his goal, and stood in the doorway of Patty's boudoir.
She was showing off a boudoir set to a prospective purchaser.

It was of pale blue brocaded satin, edged with swansdown.

There was a fetching lace cap with blue bows and little yellow rosebuds; also dainty blue slippers with rosebuds on them.

Gaily, Patty donned the lovely garments, over her fluffy white frock, and pirouetted before her own cheval glass.
"You see," she said, in wheedling, saleslady tones, "it is a work of art! _Ma foi_! but it is _chic_! _n'est-ce pas_?
Excuse my fearful French, but I can't sell this Parisian rig in English!" "It is just darling!" declared the lady who was looking at it.

"Of course I'll take it.