She didn't warm up to Simeon and me much; eyed us over through a pair of gilt spyglasses, and admitted that she was 'charmed, I'm sure.' Likewise, she was afflicted with 'nerves,' which must be a divil of a disease--for everybody but the patient, especial.
"Archie--his ma hailed him as 'Archibald, dear'-- showed up pretty soon in tow of his 'maid,' a sweet-faced, tired-out Irish girl named Margaret.

'Archibald, dear,' was five years old or so, sufferin' from curls and the lack of a lickin'.

I never see a young one that needed a strap ile more.
"'How d'ye do Archie ?' says Simeon, holdin' out his hand.
"Archie didn't take the hand.

Instead of that he points at Phinney and commences to laugh.
"'Ho, ho!' says he, dancin' and pointin'.

'Look at the funny whiskers.' "Sim wa'n't expectin' that, and it set him all aback, like he'd run into a head squall.