Why?
Mr. Oscar began to whistle somewhat as follows:
“Ho pop pop pop, ho pop pop pa!”
23rd—To-day is Mrs. Schuyler’s reception day.
She set two Japanese screens in the drawing room, moving them from her chamber. She sprinkled a great lot of exotic bric-a-bric about.
She opened a regular Chinese bazar which expressed every poor taste. Such confusion!
I fancied she wanted the callers to recollect that she was Mrs. Ex-Consul of the Orient.
Japan teaches nothing but simplicity. Simplicity is the philosophy of art.
I wondered how she lived there without learning it.
Every inch of Schuyler’s parlour means a heap of money.