“Certainly!” Phil answered.-
And so it was that Phil, seated on a block of plaster, was initiated by Suzanne into the belles manières Parisiennes.
“You must take off only the skins of the potatoes, like this!” she said, while posting him in the picturesque slang of the quarter.
“And to take something for your cold when you haven’t a cold?” Phil asked.
“That means to be caught,” Suzanne answered. “Dame! in Paris wit runs the streets!”
“Then this morning,” said Phil, “this morning when a lady advised me to give up art and learn to walk on a ball—it was to take something for my cold, was it?”
“Hammering the clay with a terrific blow of his fist”