"No," said Rotha. "Never."
"Mis' Busby comin' along, some o' these days?"
"No, I think not. I have not heard anything about her coming here."
"'Spect she likes grand doings. Does she live very fine, down to New
York?"
"How do you mean?"
"All the folks does, in the City o' Pride," remarked Mrs. Purcell.
"Do Mis' Busby?" persisted her husband. "Be they all highflyers, to her house?"
"I do not know what you mean by 'highflyers.'"
"Folks that wears heels to their shoes," put in Mrs. Purcell. "They can't set foot to the ground, like common folks. And they puts their hair up in a bunch on the top."
"Anybody can do that," said Mr. Purcell, sticking his knife in the butter to detach a portion of it.