“It isn’t, my blessed child.”
“It is, Gertrude—our civilisation.”
“Oh, civilisation.”
“Engländerin, Engländerin,” mocked Bertha.
“Englishwooman, very Englishwooman,” echoed Elsa Speier.
“Well, I am Engländerin,” said Millie, blushing crimson.
“Would you rather the street-boys called Engländerin after you or they didn’t?”
“Oh, Jimmie,” said Solomon impatiently.
“I wasn’t asking you, Solomon.”
“What means Solomon, with her ‘Oh, Djimmee,’ ‘oh, Djimmee’?”