[Here, of course, she strokes a very round chin.
Society Chatter. Seems to be somethin' goin' on in there—singin', actin', dancin', or somethin' ... Well, of course, only heard her version of it as yet, y'know ... Have you seen him in ... white bensaline with a Medici collar, and one of those ... nasty gouty attacks he will have are only rheumatism, &c., &c.
Miss F.B. (when next heard).
I cleared my throat, and I tried to speak—but the words died strangled—
A Feminine Voice outside. So long since we had a quiet talk together! Do tell me all about, &c., &c.
Miss F.B. —strangled by sheer alarm.
For there in front—
[Here she points dramatically at a stout matron, who fans herself consciously.
—was the slender form, and the sweet girl-face of our new "School Harm"!
Say, boys! hev' ye heard an Æolian harp which a Zephyr's tremulous finger twangs?