I hardly know what to make of the new girl.
Sometimes I labor under the impression that she can be as dense as they make them across the water.
Then again she makes some remarks that stagger me, and on my life I'm unable to decide whether she's a fool, or takes me for one.
Her breaks are numerous.
Of course being newly landed she had never tasted ice cream, and as the first spoonful went into her mouth it came out again with violence, and tears coming into her eyes, she gasped:
"Howly mither, it do burn!"
Why, it was only this morning I wanted to consult my wife about something or other.
Of course she could not be found.
It's always thus.