The Grinder Papers — page 79: what you’re looking at

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74 THE GRINDER PAPERS. man was before the shoemaker—there was a Codfish who came to be hung. So, as ma says, when the carriage rolls past, with only little shriveled Mrs. C. inside, and four servants outside in livery, her line begins in a noose. For all that, though, nobody can help envying her the carriage and all those calves in silk stockings dangling about it. It zs so stylish. There I go, wandering away from the point. I set out to tell you about what happened to us—Horace and I—last Saturday ; for Horace, as I meant to say when I left off, is not altered by circumstances over which I had no control. | We meet—and oh! a piece of romance is so delightful— against Mrs. Billiwinkle’s will; sometimes at that sweet Matilda Dorkine’s, wh) is my dearest confidante and friend, sometimes in Broadway itself, at least three times a week. Last Saturday we had an appointment to go to a matinee to- gether. A musical matinee of the most elegant and select de- scription, or Horace Billiwinkle never would have invited me. He ot all persons dislikes to mingle with the vulgar rabble. First we were to lunch at Maillard’s, and there we met. (It wasn’t wrong, for ma knew all about it, though of course she pretends to be deceived. ). We were sipping our chocolate. I had on my pea-green silk’ looped up over a skirt of black and silver; my velvet basq ue and the last new bonnet, just the shape of a Roman helmet, and as much false hair as I could fasten on, though my own is very abundant, and measures a yard. In fact I was stylish enough to match dear Horace, and I knew it. comicbooks.con a . ; oe yt