"I think I would prefer it. Wouldn't you, Mamie?"
The man brought the same thing in a smooth finish, and looked interrogatively at poppa.
"Oh, I prefer it, too," said he, with a profound assumption of intelligent interest. "Were you thinking of having the pants made of the same material, Augusta?"
The gentleman's outfitter suddenly turned his back, and stood thus for an instant struggling with something like a spasm. Knowing that if there's one thing in the world momma hates it's the exhibition of poppa's sense of humour, I walked to the door. When I came back they were measuring the Senator.
"Will you have the American shoulder, sir? Most of our customers prefer it."
"Well, no. The English shoulder would be more of a novelty on me. You see I come from the United States myself."
"Do you indeed, sir?"
The manners of some tailors might be emulated in England.
"Tails are a little longer than they were, sir, and waistcoats cut a trifle higher. Not more than half an inch in both cases, sir, but it does make a difference. Now, with reference to the coat, sir; will you have it finished with braid or not? Silk braid, of course, sir."
"Augusta?" demanded the Senator.