"The beast," said she, "was a prince in disguise, but you're a—"
"No, my dear. He wasn't a mere prince. He traveled in white goods, a real gent, a swell."
"You're laughing at me."
"All the time," said I.
"Oh!"
"Because you're angry, my dear, for once in your life you're behaving simply and naturally—first lesson in being a lady. You'll get on."
"Oh, that's what you think."
"American girls are the cleverest in the world at the great business."
"Wall now, what's that? I'd love to hear."
"Getting on. The principal word in the great American language is the verb to get. I get, you get out, he gets there. We are getting on, you are getting way up, they are busted. Do you use hair oil?"