"Why, it's only two years old and it can squall in two languages. That's more'n you can do."
"They say your friend, Miss Foster, speaks French," retorted Jenny. "Was she ever shipwrecked?"
"In French? May be so. But not in German."
"Well, Dabney, I don't propose to squall in anything. Are your folks going to burn any more of their barns this year?"
"Not unless Samantha gets married. Jenny, do you know what's the latest fashion in lobsters?"
"Changeable green, I suppose."
"No; I mean after they're boiled. It's to have 'em come on the table in cuffs and collars. Lace around their necks, you know."
"And gloves?"
"No, not any gloves. We had lobsters to-day at Mrs. Foster's, and you ought to have seen 'em."
"Dabney Kinzer, it's time you went to school again."