"I know you do," chimed in Biddy; "your mother tells everybody so: but them gals about here have no shame!"
"None!" and Lauretta rose with her subject. "As for those Greyham's girls, I declare a man can't walk for them; and those Miss Highwaters, they are no better than they should be, I know. Look how they dress! and we all know what they have to live upon. And those Miss Cartriges, with their thick ankles, waddling up and down, and looking after the men: for my part, I never walk without mother's with me, for those nasty fellows do look at one so."
Here an indistinct "Hem!" escaped Biddy.
"But I never look at them again, like the girls about here! never!"
Biddy looked at her from under her grey eyes, but said nothing.
"Men," continued Miss B. "are such impudent fellows, especially military men; and, would you think it? an officer on a piebald horse actually kissed his hand to me yesterday afternoon!"
Old Tibby looked up with a face full of wonder and infidelity.
"Who would have thought it!" ejaculated Lauretta.
Biddy shook her head as she added, "Who, indeed!"
"But I let him know I wasn't one of those sort of people, for I shut the window in his face, and I saw him kiss his hand again."