"The boards is just scoured! And them aint the kind."
"The kind for what? They are ripe, are they not?"
"Ripe enough for doin' up. I can make pear honey of 'em. They'd ha' been good done with molasses, if I'd ha' had 'em in time. You can't do nothin' with 'em as they be. They'd draw your mouth all up."
Rotha looked at her pears and laughed. "Shews how much I know!" she said.
"Folks as lives in the City o' Pride don't know much o' things!" remarked
Prissy.
"The City of Pride. Why do you call New York that?"
"Aint it?"
"I do not know that there is more pride there than in other places. Pride is in people—not in the places where people live. I think you are pretty proud, Prissy."
"That's all us has got to keep us up," rejoined Mrs. Purcell. "Do you think pride's wrong?"
"Yes, and so do you, if you believe your little book up there on the mantelpiece."