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The cheapest wholesome wine I have ever drunk off the Continent is a thin vin ordinaire, smelling like piquette, which is sold at a certain rather low-looking shop in Melbourne. It is quite palatable, and when heavily watered I can vouch for its wholesomeness.
"Oh, Simon, ain't that pink one a beauty! Ain't that skirt the swellest thing you ever seen!" "That's the Piquette model, girlie. You and all New York will be buyin' it in another month. Ain't it the selectest little thing ever?" Her face was rapt. "It's the swellest thing I've ever seen!" she declared. He turned to another plate. "Oh-h-h-h-h!" she cried. "Ain't that a beauty!
The House and the country are the sentient frame governing the mind of the politician more than his ideas. He cannot think independently of them: nor I of my natural anatomy. You will test the truth of that after your omelette and piquette, and marvel at the quitting of your line of route for Paris.
The House and the country are the sentient frame governing the mind of the politician more than his ideas. He cannot think independently of them: nor I of my natural anatomy. You will test the truth of that after your omelette and piquette, and marvel at the quitting of your line of route for Paris.
Montigny has been somewhat strangely neglected, I never knew it inhabited but once, when Will H. Low installed himself there with a barrel of PIQUETTE, and entertained his friends in a leafy trellis above the weir, in sight of the green country and to the music of the falling water.
Presently, at a turn of the road, a light! a fire burning by the roadside, and soldiers running, real ones this time, to the horses' heads. "Alerta! quien va?" It is the Spanish challenge, Marguerite; it is a piquette of the Gringos, of the hated Spaniards. They peer into the carriages, faces of savages, of brutes, devils; I feel their glances like poisoned arrows.
She did not reply, but drew her hand away with a shy diffidence. "I'll bet I could show you some things that would warm you up all right. I'm goin' into New York with the swellest bunch of French novelties you ever seen. I've got a peach-colored Piquette model I've brought over that's goin' to be the talk of the town." "A Piquette?" He laughed delightedly. "Sure! You never heard of the firm?
This is the normal condition of the peasant-proprietor's existence. 'The peasant who works seriously, said the farmer, 'does not sleep more than four hours a night during the summer months. He goes to bed at ten, and gets up at two. This would not hurt him if he were better fed, but he eats little besides his soup, and drinks bad piquette.
I 'ain't seen 'em since you brought 'em all in to see the Labor Day parade from the store windows last fall. Them's fine boys you got there, Arnheim!" "Thanks," said Arnheim. "Now, Arnheim, I'm here to ask you if you can beat these. Look at that there peach-bloom Piquette look! Can you beat it? That there's the new butterfly skirt just one year ahead of anything that's being shown this season."
Down at our Piquette plant we had only eighteen departments, and formerly at Highland Park we had only one hundred and fifty departments. This illustrates how far we are going in the manufacture of parts. Hardly a week passes without some improvement being made somewhere in machine or process, and sometimes this is made in defiance of what is called "the best shop practice."
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