"No, that there's not," replied the woman heartily. "Why," presently continued the Duchess, "are some people rich and other people poor?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Mrs. Preedy peevishly; "it's all in the way we're born. Ladies and gentlemen ain't born in Rosemary Lane."
"I wasn't born in Rosemary Lane," mused the Duchess, in a tone which was in itself an assertion of superiority over her companion.
"Do you know where you was born?" asked Mrs. Preedy.
"No," was the reply, "but not in Rosemary Lane."
"What do you remember before you came to Rosemary Lane?" continued Mrs. Preedy, growing interested in the conversation.
"I don't remember coming to Rosemary Lane," said the Duchess; "I had a mamma once."
"Where?"
"I don't know; in a garden, I think."
"Like anybody you see?"