"Well, you know you do not care for them," interposed Matilda.
"Mamma, those people are somebody—I can tell you!"
"You speak as if there were nobody else in Shadywalk, Maria, that is anybody."
"Well, Aunt Candy, I don't know any people like these."
"Maria, you talk nonsense," said her mother.
"Mamma, it is just what Aunt Erminia would say herself, if she knew the people."
"What makes anybody 'somebody,' I should like to know? and what do you mean by it? Am I nobody, because I cannot wear red and white jewels at my throat?"
"It wasn't at her throat at all, mamma; it was just here—on her waist."
"A bouquet de corsage," said Clarissa. "The waist, as you call it, is at the belt."
"Well, I am not a mantua-maker," said Maria.