"And I suppose Deleah danced her silk stockings into holes?"
"No, mama! Mr. Frost, I was waltzing with, held me up most beautifully; so that after the shoe came off my feet never once touched the floor."
"Lucky it wasn't you, Bessie! It would have been the finish of poor Frost to have tried to carry such a lump as you."
"Mama, will you speak to Bernard, and ask him not to be always saying rude things about me."
"Hush, Bessie! Nonsense! Bernard, my dear, do try to be more polite to your sister."
"Mama, here's a motter I rather like in this green cracker.
"'What I most admire in you
Are your eyes of lovely blue.'
"What would you have done, Deleah, if a gentleman had pulled the cracker with you? Because your eyes aren't blue; they're yellow-brown."
"I should have passed it on to Bernard."
"And why wouldn't you have passed it on to me, pray, miss. My eyes are as blue as Bernard's, I suppose?"