"These things have no English names."
"Are they any the better for that?"
"No; and nothing could make them better. They are as good as it is possible for anything to be; and there are a hundred other things equally good, that we know nothing about here."
"I'd have watched and found out how they were done," said the elder woman, eyeing Lois with a mingled expression of incredulity and curiosity and desire, which it was comical to see. Only nobody there perceived the comicality. They sympathized too deeply in the feeling.
"I would have watched," said Lois; "but I could not go down into the kitchen for it."
"Why not?"
"Nobody goes into the kitchen, except to give orders."
"Nobody goes into the kitchen!" cried Mrs. Marx, sinking down again into a chair. She had risen to go.
"I mean, except the servants."
"It's the shiftlessest thing I ever heard o' New York. And do you think that's a nice way o' livin', Lois?"