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"As far as that goes," poppa returned with deprecation, "I believe my business does take me to the Capitol pretty regularly now. But I'd be sorry to think any more of myself on that account. Your nephew, Aunt Caroline, is just the same plain American he was before." "I hope you will vote to exterminate them," continued Mrs. Portheris with decision. "Dear me!
I don't think Bible stories ought to be illustrated, do you, Mrs. Portheris? It has such a bad effect on the imagination." "We can talk of that at another time, Mr. Dod. At present I wish to be restored to my daughter. Let us push on at once.
This is the wonder of wonders that we behold to-day." I said I was, and I wandered over to where Mrs. Portheris examined with Mr. Mafferton an egg that was laid on the last day of Pompeii. Mrs. Portheris was asking Mr. Mafferton, in her most impressive manner, if it was not too wonderful to have positive proof that fowls laid eggs then just as they do now; and I made a note of that too.
"Will nobody keep the lady company? It's Popish, but it's good." Nobody would. Momma observed rather uncautiously that the smell of it was enough, at which Mrs. Portheris remarked, with some asperity, that she hoped Mrs. Wick would never be obliged to be indebted to the "smell." "It is quite excellent," she said, "most cordial. I really think, as a precaution, I'll take another glass."
"There's one case on record," said Mr. Jarvis Portheris, "and everybody here says it's true. One fellow that was fighting happened to have a dog, and the dog was allowed in. Well, the other fellow, by accident, sliced off the end of the fellow that had the dog's nose I don't mean the dog's nose, you know, but the fellow's. That was going a bit far, you know; they don't generally go so far.
James's Gazette that American young ladies live largely upon chewing-gum, and other topics far removed from our surroundings, but the effort was not altogether successful. Dicky had just permitted himself to make a reference to his mother in Chicago when a sound behind us made us both start violently, and then cheered us immensely a snore from Mrs. Portheris within the tomb.
"I really think," she said, "I should have been made aware of that. To have had a young relative presented without one's knowledge seems too extraordinary. No," she continued, turning to poppa, "the only thing I heard of this young lady it came to me in a very roundabout manner was that she had gone home to be married. Was not that your intention?" asked Mrs. Portheris, turning to me.
Portheris had for some time been seriously considering the effect of his, to her, painfully flippant views, upon the opening mind of her daughter the child had only been out six months and that his distressing announcement of this morning left her in no further doubt as to her path of duty.
Portheris looked on at our greeting with an air of objecting to things she had not been taught to expect, and remarked that she had no idea Mr. Mafferton was one of my London acquaintances.
It could not possibly amount to anything more, for it consisted wholly in walking up and down in front of the house in which its object lived. We saw it being done, and it looked so uninteresting that we failed to realise what it meant until we inquired. Mrs. Portheris's nephew, Mr. Jarvis Portheris, who was acquiring German in Heidelberg, told us about it. Mrs.
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