MRS. CRASHAW: "We women are too bad, always sending people back for
something. It's well the men don't know HOW bad."

MRS. CURWEN: "'Sh! Mr. Miller is listening. And he thought we were
perfect. He asks nothing better than to be sent back for his wife's
fan. And he doesn't say anything even under his breath when she
finds she's forgotten it, and begins, 'Oh, dearest, my fan'--Mr.
Curwen does. But he goes all the same. I hope you have your father
in good training, Miss Lawton. You must commence with your father,
if you expect your husband to be 'good.'"

MISS LAWTON: "Then mine will never behave, for papa is perfectly
incorrigible."

MRS. CURWEN: "I'm sorry to hear such a bad report of him. Shouldn't
YOU think he would be 'good,' Mr. Bemis?"

YOUNG MR. BEMIS: "I should think he would try."

MRS. CURWEN: "A diplomat, as well as a punster already! I must warn
Miss Lawton."

MRS. CRASHAW, interposing to spare the young people: "What an
amusing thing elevator etiquette is! Why should the gentlemen take
their hats off? Why don't you take your hats off in a horse-car?"

MILLER: "The theory is that the elevator is a room."

YOUNG MR. BEMIS: "We were at a hotel in London where they called it