You hav'nt had much to do with ships if you hav'nt heard of my
husband. There, there, that looks just like the ship he sails in." The
little woman pointed to the picture of a ship under full sail hanging on
the wall.
"Madam, I am sure I shall know your husband," said Mr. Gusher, returning
with the paper representing the number of shares the little woman had
paid her money for. "I shall be so happy to zee him when he shall come
home." Mr. Gusher handed her the paper, saying: "Now, madam, you shall
take good care of zis. Your money, it shall be perfectly safe."
While this interesting little episode was being performed up stairs, an
open carriage, showily caparisoned and drawn by a stylish pair of
well-groomed bays, drew up at the door. A desperate effort had evidently
been made to get the coachman into some sort of livery, for he wore a
tall black hat, with a broad velvet band, and a buckle in front as big
as an ordinary sized horse shoe. His coat, too, was of green cloth,
covered all over with large brass buttons, and he seemed proud of his
white gloves and tight-fitting breeches, which he kept looking down at
every few minutes.
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