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TROUSSEAU OF PRINCESS WASA.
Ike read, “At Paris, the dressmakers, jewellers,
and milliners have all been occupied in furnishing the
trousseau of the Princess Wasa.”
“Stop, Isaac,” said Mrs. Partington, raising her
finger, and glancing at him over the top of her spectacles;
“is that so?”
He assured her that it was.
“Well,” continued she, and a blush of offended modesty
crossed her features, like the sun-flush on the newly
reddened barn-door; “that may be the way they do
things in Paris, but it is n't modest to begin with. A
woman has no right to wear 'em. 'T is agin natur and
decency. And what does she want so many of 'em for?
She can't wear but one pair to a time, and here she has
got all of the dressmakers making trousers for her, as if
she was going to live long enough to wear 'em out. Ah,
women a'n't what they were once!”
She rose suddenly as she spoke, and Ike, who was
upon the back of her chair, endeavoring to tie a string
to a nail in the big beam that traversed the ceiling, was
thrown violently against the table, breaking three plates
and a teacup in his descent.
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