First Voice. “Oh, what pins!”
Second Voice. “Oh, what a love of a ring!” And so the ladies continued, turning the articles hastily over. “Oh, how happy he must be,” sighed a languishing voice, as the inspection proceeded.
“See! here’s his little silver shaving box,” observed the first speaker, opening it.
“Wonder what he wants with a shaving box,—got no more beard than I have,” replied the other, taking up Billy’s badger-hair shaving-brush, and applying it to her own pretty chin.
“Oh! smell what delicious perfume!” now exclaimed the discoverer of the shaving-box. “Essence of Rondeletia, I do believe! No, extrait de millefleurs,” added she, scenting her ‘kerchief with some.
Then there was a hurried, frightened “hush!” followed by a “Take care that ugly man of his doesn’t come.”
“Did you ever see such a monster!” ejaculated the other earnestly.
“Kept his horrid eyes fixed upon me the whole dinner,” observed the first speaker.
“Frights they are,” rejoined the other.
“He must keep him for a foil,” suggested the first.