If you both happen to know Mr. Smith of Des Moines, the Bromide inevitably will say:
“This world is such a small place, after all, isn’t it?”
The Bromide never mentions such a vulgar thing as a birth, but
“The Year Baby Came.”
The Bromide’s euphemisms are the slang of her caste. When she departs from her visit, she says:
“I’ve had a perfectly charming time.”
“It’s SO good of you to have asked me!”
“Now, DO come and see us!”
And when her caller leaves, her mind springs with a snap to fasten the time-worn farewell:
“Now you have found the way, do come often!”