THE LADIES’ COLUMN
About Town.
Several ladies have chosen this week for taking walks. As I was popping down Bond Street a few days ago I nearly ran into sweet Lady B., who was dressed in the softest brown, with a dear little robin redbreast perched lovingly in her toque, which was a veritable dernier cri. There is a beautiful story in connection with the little dickey, as Lady B. believes that it is the same little feathered darling she used to feed with crumbs on her window-sill last winter! It is such a joy to her tender heart to feel that her little pensioner will now never be parted from his benefactress—while the toque lasts.
A few minutes later, while I was returning the Countess of A.’s bow, I caught my foot in the marabout of one of our most unconventional and witty American visitors, who is, by the way, the heroine of the following delightful little story. While staying at a country house, not a hundred miles from a certain little white village with red roofs, the house party was taken to a local flower show. At dinner that evening, charming Miss X., who was a member of the party, was asked by her partner if she took an interest in gardening. “I guess I’m only interested in strawberry leaves!” was the witty answer.
OFFENDED DIGNITY
Small Swell (who has just finished a quadrille). “H’m, thank goodness, that’s over! Don’t give me your bread and butter misses to dance with. I like your grown women of the world!”—(N.B. The bread and butter miss has asked him how old he was, and when he went back to school.)
QUITE ANOTHER THING
“You must remember her. I introduced you at my ‘At Home.’”
“You introduced me to so many people, how can I remember?”
“But she was wearing——” (Describes the costume minutely.)
“Oh, was that she? Of course I remember her perfectly!”
THOUGHT TRANSFERENCE
Hostess. “Good night, General! So kind of me to have asked you.”
Guest. “Not at all. So kind of me to have come!”