“Ah set out to look fo’ de Meetin’-House, but no sooner am Ah in de street, dan a female wid her har droopin’ loose down ober her back, an’ into her eyes, she tell me to Come along.”
“Some of dose bold women, dey ought to be shot through dair bottoms!” Mrs. Mouth indignantly said.
“But I nebba answer nothin’.”
“May our daughters respect dair virtue same as you!” Mrs. Mouth returned, focusing wistfully the vast flowery parterre of the Café McDhu’l.
Little city of cocktails, Cuna! The surpassing excellence of thy Barmen, who shall sing?
“See how dey spell ‘Biar,’ Mammee,” Miami tittered: “Dey forget de i!”
“Sh’o, Chile, an’ so dey do....”
“Honey Jesus!” Edna broadly grinned: “Imagine de ignorance ob dat.”