"They've got what you might call characteristic shows here. You see a lot of life."
"Can you take your ladies?" asked the Senator.
"Well of course you can, but I don't believe they would find it interesting."
"Too much life," said the Senator. "I guess that settles it for me too. I daresay I'm lacking in originality and enterprise, but I generally ask myself about an entertainment, 'Are Mrs. and Miss Wick likely to enjoy it?' If so, well and good. If not, I don't as a rule take it in."
"He's a great comfort that way," remarked momma to Mrs. Malt.
"Oh, I don't frequent them myself," said Mr. Malt defensively.
"Talking of improprieties," remarked Miss Callis, "have you seen the New Salon?"
There was something very unexpected about Miss Callis; momma complained of it. Her remarks were never polished by reflection. She called herself a child of nature, but she really resided in Brooklyn.
The Senator said we had not.
"Then don't you go, Mr. Wick. There's a picture there——"