Pierce,
who looked eminently disgusted.
"As I was remarking--" began Mr. Pierce again.
"But the best part," said Watts, who was lolling on one of the lounges,
"was those 'sixt' ward presents. As Mr. Moriarty said; 'Begobs, it's
hard it would be to find the equal av that tureen!' He was right! Its
equal for ugliness is inconceivable."
"Yet the poor beggars spent eight hundred dollars on it" sighed
Lispenard, wearily.
"Relative to the subject--" said Mr. Pierce.
"And Leonore told me," said a charmingly-dressed girl, "that she liked
it better than any other present she had received."
"Oh, she was more enthusiastic," laughed Watts, "over all the 'sixt'
ward and political presents than she was over what we gave her. We
weren't in it at all with the Micks. She has come out as much a
worshipper of hoi-polloi as Peter."
"I don't believe she cares a particle for them," said our old friend,
the gentlemanly scoundrel; "but she worships them because they worship
him."
"Well," sighed Lispenard, "that's the way things go in life.
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