"Finger-bowls?"
That grandeur was altogether above Charlie's capacity.
"You need not look so amazed."
"What do you do with 'em."
"Why, there's a piece of lemon floating round on the top; and you dip in the ends of your fingers, and wipe them on the napkin."
"But can't you eat the lemon? That's what I'd do."
"It would be very ill-bred."
"Hum!" and Charlie's nose was elevated. "As if I'd care!"
"You would if you were out with refined people."
"Oh, my! How aristocrockery you are getting!" and Charlie gave a prolonged whistle, and stood on one foot.