“What a pity she had n't been bawn in Bawston!”
“Yes, and moved very young to Ne Yock!”
“And married a sarsaparilla man, and lived in Fiff Avenoo, and moved in the fust society.”
“Better dew that than be strong-mainded, and dew your own cook'n, and live in your own kitch'n.”
“Don't forgit to send your card when you are Mrs. Old Dr. Jacob!”
“Indeed I shaan't. What's the name of the alley, and which bell?” The New York girl took out a memorandum-book as if to put it down.
“Had n't you better let me write it for you, dear?” said the Boston girl. “It is as well to have it legible, you know.”
“Take it,” said the New York girl. “There 's tew York shill'ns in it when I hand it to you.”
“Your whole quarter's allowance, I bullieve,—ain't it?” said the Boston girl.
“Elegant manners, correct deportment, and propriety of language will be strictly attended to in this institution. The most correct standards of pronunciation will be inculcated by precept and example. It will be the special aim of the teachers to educate their pupils out of all provincialisms, so that they may be recognized as well-bred English scholars wherever the language is spoken in its purity.”—Extract from the Prospectus of Madam Delacoste's Boarding-school.